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................ THE KALON& NEWS. PAGE SEVEN Frank Merriwell at Yardale.... --BY-- GILBERT PATTEN BURT L. STANDISH 0 Gilbert Patten rN'tY Service mmsm.mmmm CHAPTER VII--Continued --ll-- Dick Springall, captain of the team, was tatting to the coach when Frank entered the little office. Kane introduced them. Springall shook hands and looked the freshman over. Kane didn't beat about the bush. "You've played football, haven't you, Merriwell?" he asked. "Yes, sir, some." "Where?" "With Bloomfield high." ' "What position?" "Backfield." "Why haven't you come out for Fardale?" "There's a reason why I can't, Mr. Kane." "What reason?" Frank could feel the heat getting into his cheeks. "I can't answer that question, sir." The coach's heavy eyebrows rose slightly. "That's odd. You must know how it sounds, Merriwell." "I do." Merry's embarrassment was growing. "But I can't help it. sir." "Huhl Were you any good" "Well, now, Mr. Kane, you wouldn't expect me to brag about myself, would you" "I've seen you rtmning in the gym and I've been told you can drop-kick a football pretty neatly. You're built right. You keep yourself in shape. We lost hilf our best men last year. We've got a big squad now, but it isn't so hot You don't look like a slacker." "I hope I'm not, sir." "Well, whatever your reasons are for not joining the squad, there must be some way to get around them. I'd like to see you out on the field tomorrow afternoon." Now Frank looked positively ill. "But I can't come," he replied as if denying himself something he would like to do more than anything else in the world. "If I could, I would. I hope you believe me. sir." Kane was silent a few moments, gazing searchingly at the freshman, who appeared uneasy and dis- tressed. "All right," he said pres- ently. "We'll drop it for the time being, but I'm not at all satisfied.', Merriwell went away from there feeling low. Something in Spring- ali's face had cut him deeper than the doubt and puzzlement of the coach. The captain of the team had classed him, and it wasn't any- thing to advertise in the newspa- Frank didn't want to tall to any- )ody about it Not even Barney. It was a sore spot that he wanted to hide. But hidden sore spots have a way of becoming infernally uncom- fortable. Somebody always gets to prodding around them. He tried to put the whole thing out of his mind, but it simply wouldn't let him. He had been able i to shake thoughts of Inza Burrage much more easily, for he was con - vinced that she just didn't stack up. Her brother was all right, all right, but plenty of first-string brothers had sisters who paid no dividends. They were not in the preferred class. Frank continued to avoid the foot- ball field. Whatever Coach Kane or Dick Springali thought of him, he couldn't help it Two days later, Mulloy came gal- loping into their room and found Frank there, alone, and up to his ears in a math problem. The Irish boy was as calm as the Atlantic ocean in a howling gale. "Do ye see me fist?" be cried, shaking it in the air. "Do ye see it, lad?" "I don't need a microscope for that," said 1Wrry. "Well, I'm looking for handcuffs to hold it. Already it's taken the power of my mighty will. Bight in the middle of the campus, too." "Now who was the careless of- fender who escaped death by the breadth of a hair, Barney?" "There were six of them and they were talking about you, Frankie. They put a question to me that touched me off. They wanted to know it it's true you're carrying ice- cream feet in your shoes since you got a little bit hurt in a game of high school football last season. That, they said, is the low-down some goofy guy has dug up about te, me lad." Frank's face had gone white. The isore spot had been uncovered. iSomebody 'had done it and then had made haste to dish the dirt. Barney Mulloy couldn't get it. Ev- ery time he went into a huddle with himself and tried to find the answer the thing Just' wouldn't boil down. Still he was ready to bet his life that Merriwell was no quitter. He had seen plenty to make him dead sure of that. About most matters Frank was as frank as his name, but when it career to telling why he couldn't play football he was as stingy as a slot machine. He simply wouldn't give down. "Nosey people are annoying, Bar- ney," he had said, "but every time you let them put you on the de- fen,ire you've slipped. I've found out that a good reason can sound like a poor excuse when you're forced to give it." And that had left the Irish boy fog-bound. Hedge had fumbled badly in think- ing Merry couldn't fight Just be- cause he wasn't the scrappy kind with a swollen sense of his own importance and great eagerness to make others concede it. When the time came to do so Frank had shown his speed, and the shock to his ene- my had been greater because of the delay. Good military tactics for a long campaign. Another thing he had shown by quickly stepping in between Barney and Bascomb when the latter had turned pugnaciously to pick up the Irish boy's slam about thimblerig- gers. He had shown that he would fight for a friend quicker than for himself. Even Bascomb had caught a glimmer of that truth. Now, only for one thing, Mulloy would have been sure of Merriwell's disappointed enemies were out to smirch him with a lie forged by mal- ice from nothing at all. But Bar- ney had seen Frank lose color over the campus gossip which he had brought to his ears, and that wasn't his way of reacting to pure bunk. He would have laughed at it. Still the faith of the Irish boy wasn't shaken. He told himself it "H--and--When--He Makes An- other Pass at Me, He'll Get the Works." would all come out in the wash, but he wondered when washday would come round. Football talk was in the air at Fardale, for the date of the first game lay close in the offing. Coach Kane was said to be in a low state of mind about the team, but then "Old Kaney" had a habit of being pessimistic before he got the machine oiled up and running well. And, of course, the opening clash with Mayfield wasn't anything to lose sleep over, anyhow. That was in the bag, they said. It would be just good warming-up practice for State Second the following Sat- rday. That was when the home "Musketeers" would have to step into it to keep from being snowed under. Frank didn't talk football, even with his classmates, and he avoided listening to it when he could. He appeared to have his mind fixed on other things, but Barney had a hunch that that was mere outward seeming. He certainly wasn't up to scratch as Ills own cheerful self. There were moments, in fact, when something like an unhappy shadow haunted his face. He wasn't in the great crowl of cheering fellows that gave the team a send-off Saturday, when it left for Mayfleld in the big school truck and several private autos. Nor was he conspicuous by his absence; for those fellows, even if any of them gave him a passing': thought, had no reason to imagine he would ever do anything they would want to write home about. Sitting alone in ,his room, he heard the sounds of the distant cheering, and the text book on which he had been trying to fix his attention was struck by the ague. He dropped the :shivering thing and got up to walk the floor like an ani- mal caged from its rightful free- dom. Mulloy came, a while after the cheering had stopped, and found him still walking uP "and down. "Well," said Barney, "I hope it won't break your heart to hear that our dear roommate didn't make the trip with the team today. He was left in the lurch." Frank felt like replying that some- body else had been left in the lurch, but he didn't. It was late in the afternoon when he made an excuse to get away alone . . . The autumn woods were putting on a faint gay touch here and there, but there was no faint touch of the light and gay in Merriwell's heart as he followed an old dirt road that. wound through a grove beyond the hill. Jaws hard, hands sunk into his pockets, he swung along with his gaze on the brown road in front of him. He scarcely noticed the barking of a dog until he heard a shrill fa- miliar boyish voice calling to him. Then he saw them running toward him, Tad Jones and another dog. "By golly, Frankl By golly," cried Tad as he came up, "I never spected to bump into you over here." He was all steamed up, ex- cited and laughing. "Looker my new dog, Frank. Ain't he somethin' slick? Just look at him, Frank.;' Merriwell knelt down right there and fondled the lively black Scottie that responded as if he had found a long-lost brother. "Oh, gosh, he'll git you all over dirt, Frank," worried Tad. "He's a grand dog. Just the right dog for you, Tad." "That's the kind Miss Inza said he was, and she's always right, she is--'cept when she lets that sneak Hedge come sappin' round her," said Tad. "What she sees in him has got me stumped." Frank got up, brushing off the dust left by the dog's paws. "Were you surprised when you got this dog, Tad?" "My stars, yesl That's why I call him S'prise for his name. You see, Miss Inza never tole me a thing about it till she fetched him. 'Nd he was awful hungry 'nd she had me feed him first. 'Nd she talked to him 'nd tole him he b'longed to me, 'nd by golly he knew just what she said, for he just showed it that he was my dog from that minute. Don't you think she's swell, Frank?" "Oh, sure," said Merry. From behind him came the sound of galloping horses. Turning, he saw two riders come round a curve of the road, side by side. They were very near and he recognized them instantly. Bart Hedge and Inza Burrage! Both wore riding togs, and, llke Bart, Inza was mounted astride. She rode beautifully and looked-- well, simply great. Her cheeks were flushed and she was laughing. A picture that would not be so easily kept out of Frank Merriwell's dreams. It was a race, and they did not see Frank and Tad until they were sweeping by. Then Inza cried: "Hello, Tadl Oh, hello, FrankI" And on they went, with puffs of dust shooting up from the heels of their horses. "By gollyI" said Tad Jones, star- ing at Bart's back. "I never go out in the woods without a gun that I don't see somethin' I'd like to shoot" That brought a wry smile to Frank's face. "Come on, old pal," he said, "let's walk it off, you and I and S'prise together." The dog barked and cut circles around their feet, eager to go. This was his happy day. A raw wind from off the ocean brought in the dun drift of clouds late in the afternoon. Over Frank's head the night mail roared north- ward under a low and heavy ceil. ing before he got back to the school. And there he found a cloud of gloom also, with much low moaning and muffled sounds of pain; for the telephone had brought the incredl. ble news that Mayfield had licked Fardale, 14 to 12. The school was stunned. Never since the dark ages before Fardale had employed a profession- al coach had little Mayfield High been able to get within shooting dis- tance Of the Musketeers in a foot- ball game. Never until this black Saturday, on the morning qf which the odds that Fardale would win again had been the sky against what have you. The first telephoned reports of the Canada's Arctic Areas Are disaster had sounded like a hoax Unbelievers--and they were twenty to one in the mass--had called it baloney. Who had said so, they wanted to know. And when told that Ii Pete Smith, Fardale's own reporter I for a city newspaper, was the au- thority they had heaved sighs of re- lief. That fellow just couldn't help trying to be a funny guy. But when somebody called Dick Springall, the Fardale captain, and he confirmed the bad news the heav- ens came crashing down. ,= Merriwell heard it from Bob l Gagg. Gagg's almost missing chin, the bulging eyes behind his specta- cles, and the husky croaking of his agitated voice made him look and sound like a frog raising a lament fmom the depths of a dismal swamp. "And you better keep away from that gang on the campus, Danny Deever," he said. "They're talking about hanging slackers in the morn- ing." A slacker! That was how they rated him. Of course it had come from the coach or from Springall, who had been present when Kane had talked with him. In his room, Frank stripped off his clothes. Then, wearing his bath- robe, he made for the nearest shower to wash off dust and perspi- ration. He didn't whistle as the cold water splashed over him. This wasn't his day for whistling. Mulloy was waiting for him when he returned. "Have you heard the shocking tidings, Frank?" he asked. "I've heard Fardale was beaten. That's all," Merry replied. "Well, more details have come in. The Grand Canyon was full of empty tomato cans. He kicked like a sick inchworm. Missed the bar twice, and those two points would have given us a draw, which would have been sad enough." "It has been a gummy day." "I think that big shot is just an- other false alarm," growled Bar- ney. "If--and when--he makes an- other pass at me he'll get the works." There was a knock on the door. "Merriwell wanted on the phone,'" called a voice. "Ask 'era to hold it one minute, please," requested Frank, speeding his dressing. "Now," said Mulloy, "who would be after calling you, Frankle?" "Your guess is as good as mine. If they'd said long distance was calling I'd have been worried. I told you that my uncle's illness was what made me late about getting here." "Maybe it's something about-- about football." "Don't be silly, Barney. Nobody would call me about that." "Well it's time ye were called," barked the Irish lad, "and told to stop your ducking." Merriwell was surprised, when he got into the phone booth, to hear the voice of Tad Jones over the wire. The boy seemed to be all choked up with excitement and alarm. "That you, Frank--that you?" he spluttered. "I been tryin' to get Miss Inza but she's gone out again. Can't you come? You just getter come, Frankl" "Now take it easy, Tad, and tell me what's the matter." "Oh, they've grabbed my dog! They've took him away from reel They've got him 'nd they'll kill him !" "Who's got him?" "Mike Dugan. He', the dog catch- er. i ain't got no license for S'prise 'nd they took him. They been killin' dogs 'thout no licenses, 'nd now they'll---" "Where are ,you now, Tad?" "Fletcher's drug store." 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