THE INTERRUPTION OF A TRAINING BOUT
"Hazelton, the trouble with you is that you tackle a dummy just the way you"d catch a sack of potatoes that was being thrown out of a burning house!" laughed d.i.c.k.
"I don"t see any other way to tackle a dummy," grunted Harry, looking puzzled.
"Why, you are supposed to tackle the dummy just as you"d tackle a running football player coming toward you," Prescott rejoined.
"Greg, stand off there about fifty yards. At the word, run straight toward Harry. Hazelton, you grab hold of Holmes and don"t let him get by you. Just hang on, and try to put him on the ground at that. All ready, Greg! Run. Tackle him, Harry!"
This time Hazelton entered into the play with great zest. Just in the nick of time he leaped at Greg, tackled him and bore him to the ground.
"That"s the way!" cheered d.i.c.k. "Now, you look alive, Hazelton."
"That was because I had something to tackle that was alive," Harry retorted. "It"s much easier to tackle a living fellow than a stuffed dummy. What"s the good of using the dummy, anyway, when we have plenty of live fellows around here?"
"Oh, the dummy has its uses," d.i.c.k replied wisely. "A lot of faults can be better observed with a dummy for a background than is the case when you tackle a live one. The dummy is better for showing up the defects in your work. Now, Reade, you make a few swift a.s.saults on the dummy."
Tom did his work so cleverly as to call forth admiration from all the onlookers.
A stout pole had been lashed across the s.p.a.ce between two trees, being made secure in the forks of the lower limbs of the trees.
The dummy itself had been made of old sail canvas and excelsior.
It was not a very impressive-looking object, but it made a good subst.i.tute for the football dummies manufactured by sporting goods houses.
It was a little more than a week since the night when Tag Mosher had been captured. d.i.c.k"s hip which had been p.r.o.nounced by Doctor Cutting as only bruised and strained, had now mended so far that nothing wrong could be observed in his gait. In fact, Prescott had all but ceased to remember the accident.
For the others, the days had been full of football training, with long tramps and fishing and berrying jaunts thrown in for amus.e.m.e.nt.
Now that Tag Mosher was safely locked up in the county jail there had been no more raids on the food supplies of the camp. It was now necessary, therefore, to leave but one boy at a time in the camp, and d.i.c.k, while his hip was mending, had usually been that one.
Every member of d.i.c.k & Co. was brown as a berry. Muscles, too, were beginning to stand out with a firmness that had never been observed at home in the winter time. Enough more of this camping and hard work and training, and d.i.c.k & Co. were likely to return to Gridley as six condensed young giants. Nothing puts the athlete in shape as quickly as does camping, combined with training, in the summer time.
This morning the work had begun with practice kicks, pa.s.sing from that to the work of tackling the dummy. Two hours of hard work had now been put in, and all were comfortably tired.
"Let"s keep quiet and cool off," urged d.i.c.k at last. "Then for the swimming pool and clean clothes."
"I wonder if Tag has died yet, as he expected to, now that he"s out of the forest and locked up in a jail?" mused Tom Reade aloud.
"He must be in fearfully depressed spirits," muttered d.i.c.k sympathetically.
Dave Darrin regarded his chum curiously.
"d.i.c.k, you seem to have a positive sympathy for that fellow."
"I have," Prescott avowed promptly.
"You even seem to like him," pressed Darry.
"I do like him," d.i.c.k a.s.sented. "Darry, I believe that a lot of good might be found in Tag Mosher if he could have the same chance that most other fellows have. Usually, when a fellow says he has had no chance in life, the fact really is that he has been too lazy to take his chance. But I don"t believe that Tag ever had a real, sure-enough chance. He has spent his days with a drunkard and a vagabond."
"Yet Tag has been to school," objected Tom Reade. "Tag talks like a fellow who has had a very fair amount of schooling. Schools teach something more than mere book lessons. They give a fellow some of the first principles of truth and honor. Despite his schooling, however, Tag prefers to steal as a means of supplying all his needs. And now, at last, he is in jail, charged, perhaps, with killing a fellow being."
"I wonder if Mr. Leigh is dead yet?" mused d.i.c.k. "I like being off here in the deep forest like this, but there"s one drawback.
We don"t hear much news."
"What news do you want?" asked a familiar voice behind him.
Soft-footed Deputy Simmons stalked into the circle.
"We were just wondering, Mr. Simmons," spoke Prescott, rising, "if Mr. Leigh is dead yet?"
"Not yet," replied the peace officer, "but the doctors say that he is likely to die any day now."
"Then will Tag be charged with manslaughter---or murder?"
"He may be charged with murder, if we can catch him," replied the deputy.
"If you can ca-----Why, what"s up?" asked d.i.c.k eagerly.
"Tag broke out of jail last night," replied the officer.
"He"s---at large?"
"That"s what he is," nodded Simmons. "Tag was looked upon as a kid, and wasn"t watched as carefully as he should have been.
So he got out. Not only that, but he visited the warden"s office, late at night. So, when he left, he took with him a sawed-off shotgun---one of the wickedest weapons ever invented---and a revolver and plenty of ammunition. That"s what I"m doing in the woods now. I came to see if you had seen Tag to-day, but your asking for news of him shows me that you haven"t."
"Is Mr. Valden with you?" asked d.i.c.k.
"Yes; he"s over at the road, in the car. He wouldn"t come to camp. I guess the truth is"---Simmons" eyes twinkled---that Valden is ashamed to see you after the rebuke you gave him the other night, Prescott. After we got young Mosher to the jail and locked up, I gave Valden a talking-to, and told him I"d report him to the sheriff if I ever heard of his abusing a prisoner again."
"So Tag escaped, with some field artillery, and you officers are out after him?" Tom asked.
"Yes; and three other pairs of deputies are out also," nodded Mr. Simmons.
"Did you get that car out of the creek?" asked Darry. "We never heard."
"That car was a complete wreck," replied the officer. "We got it out of the creek, but left it in the woods nearby. The bridge has been rebuilt, and is stronger than before. How"s your hip, Prescott?"
"As well as ever, thank you," replied d.i.c.k.
"I"m glad to know that, boy. Meant to drop in on you before.
I must hurry along now. Of course, if Tag shows up about your camp, you won"t tell him that you"ve seen me."
"Certainly not, sir," nodded d.i.c.k. "We"ll also try to get word to you, if we see him. Where is your home?"
"Five Corners is my address," replied the deputy. "So long, boys!
Glad to have seen you again."
The cat-footed deputy was soon lost to sight among the trees.
Dave was the first to speak, and that was some moments later.