since not a cloud broke the blue dome overhead, and the sun was just pleasantly warm.
In the grandstand a group of girls and boys belonging to Riverport had gathered early, having seats adjacent. And how merrily the tongues did clatter as Cissy Anderson called attention to the clever way in which Sid Wells carried himself, which remark would of course reach the boy"s ears in good time, as his sister, Mame, who felt almost like crying because she could not be in line with these bold athletes, was present, and heard everything.
Flo Temple cast admiring eyes toward the spot where Fred, clad in his running trunks and sleeveless white shirt, talked with the track captain, Brad Morton. For deep down in her girlish heart, Flo felt certain that ere the day had come to a close Fred was sure to win new glory for Riverport school.
The arrangements for the athletic meet had been carefully worked out. In the first place there was a Director of the games, in whose hands every important question was placed for disposal. A gentleman residing in Paulding of late, who had gained considerable fame himself as an athlete in college, had been chosen director. His name was De Camp, and he was said to be a member of the wonderful family who have figured so prominently in college athletics in the past.
Then there was a referee, really the most important of all officers, whose decision was to settle every close match. The starter was to have charge of each compet.i.tion, measuring distances accurately, so that there should be no reason for dissatisfaction. A number of gentlemen had been asked to serve as inspectors, to a.s.sist the referee, especially in the running matches, and the five mile road compet.i.tion in particular, being stationed at certain points along the course to observe how the numerous contestants behaved, and penalize those who broke the rules.
Of course there were the usual official scorers, timers, three judges for finishes, and an equal number for the field events. These judges were to measure each performance, and give to the scorer the exact distance covered. According to the rules they had no power to disqualify or penalize a contestant; but they could make alterations in the program, so as to excuse a contestant from his field event in order to appear in his track contest, and allow him to take his missing turn after he had had a reasonable rest.
The hour had now come for the first event on the long program to be carried out, and the field was cleared of all persons, whether contestants or their admiring cl.u.s.ters of friends, who had gathered to give a last good word.
When the master of ceremonies stepped out, the waves of sound gradually died away.
"Silence! silence! let Mr. De Camp talk!" was heard here and there; and even the most gossipy girls dared not exchange words after that.
The director, in a few happily chosen remarks, told of the great benefit to be derived from school athletics, when properly conducted. He also declared that the right sort of friendly compet.i.tion or rivalry between neighboring schools, bent upon excelling in various channels of athletics, was calculated to inspire a proper ambition to win. And above all, he observed that in such friendly contests the best of good will should prevail, so that the vanquished might feel the sting of defeat as little as possible.
"Be true sportsmen, boys," he finished by saying; "remember in the flush of your victory that there is another fellow who was just as eager to win as you were, who is feeding on the husks of defeat. Give him a hearty cheer for his pluck. It can only add to your own glory, and speaks well for your heart. That is all I want to say. The announcer will now tell you the character of the first compet.i.tion."
Mechanicsburg showed up in a formidable way early in the program.
Bristles Carpenter for Riverport, and Ogden for Paulding, brought out a round of applause when they cleared the bar in the high jump; but after it had been raised several notches above their best record, Angus Smith, who used to play such a clever game out in left for Mechanicsburg, easily crossed over, amid deafening cheers.
So the first event fell to the town up the river.
"Oh! that"s only a taste!" boasted a Mechanicsburg boy, close to the bevy of now rather subdued Riverport girls; "we"ve got plenty of that kind. Just wait, and you"ll be greatly surprised, girls. Mechanicsburg has been keeping quiet; but oh! you Riverport! this is a day you"ll never, never forget! It spells Waterloo for yours!"
"We"ve heard that sort of talk before, Tody Guffey," remarked Mame Wells, defiantly; "and when the end came where was Mechanicsburg? Why, in the gravy, of course. We never yet started out well. Riverport needs something to stir her blood, in order to make her boys do their best.
Now watch, and see what happens."
However, Mame, splendid "rooter" for the home squad that she was, could not claim much glory as a prophet; for the next event was also captured by the hustling school team from the up-river town.
It was a standing jump, and again did the long-legged Smith show his wonderful superiority as an athlete, by beating the best the other boys could put up.
Of course the cheers that rose were at first mostly those of the visitors. Visions of a grand victory that would wipe out the string of many a previous defeat, began to float before the minds of those who shouted, and waved hats, flags and scarfs. The whole a.s.semblage seemed to be for Mechanicsburg, in fact; but then the same thing would be apt to show when either of the other schools made a win. At such times enthusiasm goes wild, and those who are enjoying the contests are ready to cheer anything, so long as they can make a noise.
"Now we"ll see a change, I guess," laughingly remarked Mame, when it was announced that the next event would be a quarter mile sprint, with just three entries, one from each school.
"Oh! you Colon!" shouted scores of Riverport boys as the tall athlete came forward with his customary slouching gait, that seemed a part of his nature; though he could straighten up when he wanted, well enough.
They were off like rabbits as the pistol sounded, and the greatest racket broke forth as they went flying around the track. Colon kept just behind the other two. He was craftily watching their work, and coolly calculating just when it would be necessary for him to "put his best foot forward."
Once they went around, with Paulding leading slightly, but Mechanicsburg going strong, and Riverport just "loafing in the rear," as one of the boys expressed it. But those who were experienced could see that the wonderful Colon was just toying with his rivals.
"Right now he could dig circles around them both!" yelled little Semi-Colon, who had the utmost faith in his cousin"s ability to accomplish every task set for him.
"Now they"re three quarters done, and at the other end of the track;"
said Flo Temple; "Oh! please, please, don"t delay too long, Colon!"
"Let out a link, Colon!" shrieked a megaphone holder.
"Look at him, would you; he heard you shout, all right, Sandy!" cried one boy.
"He"s got wings! He"s sure flying!" whooped another.
"Say jumping like a big kangaroo! Call that running? They"ll disqualify him, you mark me, Riverport!" shrieked a disappointed Mechanicsburg rooter, as he saw the local sprinter shoot past both the others as though they were standing still; and come toward the finish.
"Riverport wins!" was the shout that arose on all sides.
"Wait!" answered the backers of the up-river school; "we didn"t have our best man, Wagner, in that sprint; we"re saving him for the next, when your wonder will be winded more or less. And the third sprint will be a walkover. Oh! shout while you have the chance, Riverport; but all the same your cake is going to be dough. We"ve taken your number, and the count is two against one, so far. Mechanicsburg! All together now; three more cheers, boys!"
CHAPTER XXII
FRED ON THE TRACK
Fred Fenton was in the throng that welcomed the victorious Colon. He had heard that remark of a Mechanicsburg lad about the plan arranged to wear Colon down by putting a fresh man in against him with the second sprint, this time for half a mile. And it set Fred thinking.
He had himself been entered for the second and third sprint; but because the five mile road race was of such vast importance, the track captain had prevailed upon Fred not to make either of the others, leaving them to the marvelous Colon to take care of.
Several more events were pulled off in rapid succession, showing how well organized the tournament seemed to be, in the hands of competent men. One of these happenings was a sack race, which afforded great amus.e.m.e.nt to the crowd, and gave Paulding her first score, to the uproarious delight of everybody.
"Paulding can _crawl_ to victory, anyhow!" shouted the megaphone boy, derisively.
"That"s better than crawling after getting licked!" answered a resolute backer of the town down the river, "that never gave up until the last man was down."
When the basket ball game of the girls, between Paulding and Mechanicsburg first, and then Riverport against the victor of the first round, was called, everybody sat up and took notice.
It was a spirited game, and Paulding girls proved themselves superior to those of the rival town, for they finally won. Then their team was patched up with a couple to replace those who were tired out; after which they started to show Riverport what they knew about basketball.
And sure enough, in the end they did carry the Paulding colors to victory; though it was a close decision; and if the balance of the home team could have shown the same cla.s.s that little Mame Wells put into her playing, it would have been a walkover for Riverport.
Colon came to the scratch, smiling and confident, when the half mile run over the track was called. So did that fellow up the river, who had always been such a hard player to down, when Riverport tackled her rival in baseball, or on the gridiron--Felix Wagner, the best all-round athlete of which Mechanicsburg boasted.
It was seen that Colon did not mean to follow the same tactics in this sprint of the half mile. He knew that he was up against a different sort of man now, than in the first event of his cla.s.s. And when the three compet.i.tors pa.s.sed for the third time the grandstand, they were pretty evenly bunched, each jealously watching lest one of the others get an advantage.
Amid a din of cheering they reached the other end of the track, all going strong.
"Now watch Colon hump himself!" shouted the megaphone boy.
"There he goes! Ain"t he the kangaroo though?" bawled another.
"But keep your eye on Wagner, will you? He"s flying like the wind.
Better believe your wonder will have to do his prettiest right now, with that hurricane at his heels. Go it, Felix; you can win it! Wagner!
Wagner! He"s going to do it! Hoop-la! Me-chan-icsburg forever!"