"I"d almost be willing to become a member of Merriwell"s flock just to spite Bart Hodge. My hands just naturally go up, and I want to fight whenever I see him. That"s whatever!"
"Oh, you two will be as chummy as the Siamese twins in less than a month."
"Never! I hate him too badly."
"That"s the way you were talking of Merriwell a month ago. You will come round to it!"
"Not on your life! Hodge is a different sort of fellow from Merriwell, I allow."
"And you are going to accept that invitation?"
"I told you, Pike, that I have already accepted it. I"m not Merriwell"s friend, and I despise Bart Hodge; but I"m not ungrateful. Whatever other things we learn out West, we learn to pay back favor for favor. I"d be a dirty coyote if I refused to accept that invitation after what Merriwell did for me. That"s the way I look at it. I know that I can pitch ball.
You know it, too. I can twirl a ball just as good as Frank Merriwell, or any other fellow in Yale, and you know that, too. I reckon I"m able to ride my bronco alone, without Merriwell"s help. I am not asking favors--none whatever! I"m simply returning a favor already given! You can see through that, can"t you? If you can"t, you"re as chuckle-headed as a prairie-dog!"
"I can see that you are becoming Frank Merriwell"s friend just as fast as you can!"
"You"re riding away off the line, Pike! I shall never be Merry"s friend in the sense you think. But you know that he is the clean white article.
He is straight goods. I"ve found that out. I used to think different, just as you do, but I"ve found out I was mistaken. He is a square man.
And when he sent that invitation I knew there was no underhand business about it whatever. That"s the reason I accepted it; that and because it would have made me feel meaner than a Digger Indian if I had refused it.
I"m going to pitch for him Sat.u.r.day forenoon, and I"ll win that game for him, too. Don"t you let that fact escape your memory! I hope Bart Hodge will refuse to catch. I"m afraid I couldn"t resist the temptation to throw the ball square at his head every time, if he was behind the bat.
I want him to stay out!"
"Well, you"re a fool!" Pike snapped, striding toward the door. "I never thought you"d do a thing like that. You are no more like the old Badger than a calf is like a mountain-lion. You had some fire in you once, but you have become as soft as a ninny. The whole thing simply makes me sick."
Badger"s face was red and his neck veins were swelling.
"I"m not used to any such talk whatever, Pike!" he exclaimed, as Pike hurled these sentences back at him from the doorway. "If you say anything like that again I"ll kick you down-stairs! I"ve taken more off of you to-night than I ever thought I could take from any one, and I won"t stand it any longer!"
"Cool off, old man!" Pike sneered. "You"re making a chuckle-headed prairie-dog out of yourself, I think. If you should kick me you would kick the best friend you ever had. Good-by. See you later!"
The Westerner did not even grunt a reply, but sat still in his chair with his hands in his pockets, his eyes glittering, his broad teeth showing, his neck veins protuberant and his face as red as a boiled lobster, while Pike walked away.
When Pike came back to the room Badger was gone. Pike entered with his own key. He knew that the Westerner would likely be away a number of hours, calling on Winnie Lee. He glanced round the room, then went to the closet in which Badger"s clothing hung.
Pike was crafty in his hate. He did not intend to lose his grip of the Kansan. He realized that he had gone almost too far. Badger would bear a good deal from him because of what they had been to each other, but to this there were limits. He felt that he had nearly reached the limit.
"He shall not pitch ball Sat.u.r.day, if I can help it!" he hissed, as he looked over the things in the closet. "If I can work it, it will make Hodge so hot against him that there will be a fight. And perhaps it will turn Merriwell and his precious flock against him, too. It"s risky, but it is worth all the risk."
He took out a suit of Badger"s clothes, and laid it in a chair. Then he went to a desk and selected from it some "make-up" preparations which had been there ever since the production of the soph.o.m.ore play, "A Mountain Vendetta." Then, after locking the door, he arrayed himself in Badger"s suit, and, standing before the mirror, applied the preparations to his face, forehead, and eyebrows.
Pike had a good deal of artistic skill in such matters, and in a short time he had darkened his face, blackened his brows and drawn certain lines and colors, that, together with the change produced by the clothing, made him resemble Badger in a remarkable manner. When he put on Badger"s hat the alteration seemed complete.
"Of course, that wouldn"t stand close inspection," he muttered. "But there will be no close inspection. I shall look out for that. Now for the voice!"
He bunched up his shoulders to give them a thick look, cleared his throat, and looking straight at himself in the gla.s.s, began to imitate Badger"s tones and characteristics of speech, speaking so low, however, that there was no danger of being heard by any one who might chance to pa.s.s.
"I allow that I"m a Kansan from away beyond the Kaw, and I reckon I"m a diamond pure without the slightest flaw! Sure! A genuine prairie-dog from the short-gra.s.s country couldn"t chatter more like a Westerner than that. That would fool Badger himself. That"s whatever! Yes, I reckon. My daddy is a rancher, and I allow that I am great; for my home is on the boundless plains of the wonderful Sunflower State! If I should practise, I reckon I could become a poet!"
Satisfied with his make-up and his abilities to imitate Badger"s tone and language, Donald Pike returned the unused articles to the drawer, put away the clothing he had removed, and then sneaked down into the campus, carrying under his coat a long, stout cord. Keeping away from the electric lamps and other lights he slipped stealthily on until he reached the entrance which led to the rooms occupied by Merriwell and Hodge.
Diamond and Browning came down, talking in low tones of Merry and Bart, and from this talk, Pike, who had withdrawn into the shadows, learned that both Hodge and Frank were out in town somewhere. This suited Pike"s plans, and when Diamond and Bruce disappeared, he crawled into the shadow of a column and watched the path along which Hodge and Merriwell would come on their return.
"They"ll not come back together, sure, unless all the stories I"ve heard are lies; for they"re not on speaking terms!" he reflected. "The only thing I fear is that Hodge may not care to come to his rooms at all."
The thought made him uneasy, and caused the vigil which followed to appear torturingly long.
"Ah! there he is!" he whispered, at last.
Slipping across the path, he tied an end of the cord he had brought to a post, then retreated into the shadow and tied the other end about the column. The youth he had seen came on at a brisk walk. Pike was sure it was Hodge. He almost ceased to breathe as the unsuspecting young fellow approached the cord. He put himself in position for a hasty spring.
Crash!
The youth tripped over the string, and went down headlong, falling heavily.
"I reckon I"ve got you now!" Pike hissed in a low tone, imitating Badger"s voice, and at the same time leaping toward the prostrate form.
Deceived by the darkness, Donald Pike had tripped Frank Merriwell, but he did not yet know it. With that imitation of the Westerner"s speech, he knocked Merriwell down, as the latter tried to get up.
Again he struck, as Frank attempted to rise, but Merriwell dodged the blow, and, catching Pike by the legs, threw him. Before Pike could realize what had happened, Merriwell was on top, with his fingers at Pike"s throat.
"You scoundrel!" Frank hissed. "I am tempted to give you what you deserve for that!"
But Pike was not ready to surrender, though he knew now that he had committed a woful blunder. In fact, the knowledge that he was dealing with Frank Merriwell aroused him to a fierce resistance. He felt that it would simply be ruinous to be held and recognized by Merriwell, and he began to fight like a demon to get away.
He freed his hands, and struck Frank heavily in the face, at the same time kicking with all his might. He tried to thrust his thumbs into Frank"s eyes.
"I"ll kill you, if you don"t let me go!" he snarled.
Frank had felt from the first that his a.s.sailant could not be Buck Badger; now he recognized the voice of Donald Pike, for Pike, in his fright and desperation, forgot to keep up the disguise.
Seeing that the only way to deal with Pike was to choke him into semi-insensibility, he caught and crushed down the flailing fists and arms and tightened his grip on Pike"s throat. Pike writhed and flounced, kicking and struggling, but all without avail. That viselike grip grew tighter and tighter. The pain seemed unbearable. He gurgled and choked, and his lungs seemed to be bursting. He could not breathe, and his brain began to reel.
"Give in?" Frank asked.
"Don"t k-k-k-ill me!" Pike gasped, as the grip on his throat relaxed.
"You deserve it, you scoundrel!"
Frank took his knee from Pike"s breast, removed the choking hand, and flung Pike from him.
"Now get up!" he commanded. "Get up before I am tempted to kick you across the campus!"
Pike shuffled and evaded, as his breath came back.
"I thought you were Badger, and I was just playing a little joke on you!" he whined.
"Get up!" Frank exclaimed.
Pike struggled up, and Merriwell jerked him toward the nearest light. He saw the "make-up," and recognized the clothes as some he had seen on the Kansan.