Tom Fairfield"s Pluck and Luck.
by Allen Chapman.
CHAPTER I
AN INDIGNATION MEETING
"Well, well, by all that"s good! If it isn"t Tom Fairfield back again!
How are you, old man?"
"Oh, fine and dandy! My! but it"s good to see the old place again, Morse," and the tall, good-looking lad whom the other had greeted so effusively held out his hand--a firm, brown hand that told of a summer spent in the open.
"Any of our boys back, Morse?" went on Tom Fairfield, as he looked around the campus of Elmwood Hall. "I thought I"d meet Bert Wilson or Jack Fitch on my way up, but I missed "em. How are you, anyhow?"
"Fit as a fiddle. Say, you"re looking as if you had enjoyed your vacation."
"I sure did! You"re not looking bad yourself. Able to sit up and take nourishment, I guess."
"You"ve struck it, Tom. But what did you do with yourself all summer?"
"Jack, Bert and another chum of mine went camping, and, believe me, we had some times!"
"So I heard. I had a letter from Jack the other day. He mentioned something about a secret of the mill, the crazy hermit and all that sort. Say, but you did go some."
"That"s right. It was great while it lasted. How about you?" and Tom looked at his friend, Morse Denton, anxious to hear about his good times.
"Oh, I went with my folks to the sh.o.r.e. Had a pretty good summer--motorboating, canoeing with the girls, and all that. But I got a bit tired of it. I came back early to get some of the football material into shape for this fall," and Morse Denton, who had been captain of the Freshman eleven, and who was later elected as regular captain, looked at Tom, as if sizing him up as available pigskin material.
"Well, I guess none of our crowd has shown up yet," went on Tom. "I fancied I"d be a day or so early, as I wanted to have a good pick of rooms. Got yours, yet?"
"Sure thing. I attended to that first. But there are some fine ones left. Come on over to Hollywood Hall, and we"ll see what"ll suit you.
Try and get one next to mine if you can. Are Bert and Jack going to room with you?"
"They are if we can get a place that will hold us."
"That isn"t as easy as it sounds with the way you fellows do things.
But there"s one nice big study near mine."
"Then I"ll just annex it. Say! But it"s good to be back. The old place hasn"t changed any," and Tom looked around admiringly at the groups of buildings that made up Elmwood Hall. His gaze strolled over the green campus, which would soon be alive with students, and then to the baseball diamond and the football gridiron, on which latter field the battle of the pigskin over the chalk marks would soon be waged.
"Well, they"ve done some painting and fixing up during vacation," said Morse, as he linked his arm in that of Tom and the two walked on together toward Hollywood Hall, the official dormitory of the Soph.o.m.ore cla.s.s. "The gridiron has been leveled off a bit and some new seats put up. Land knows we needed "em! We"ll have some great games this year.
You"ll play, of course, Tom?"
"Maybe--if I"m asked."
"Oh, you"ll be asked all right," laughed Morse. "Did you expect Bert and Jack would be here?"
"I didn"t know but what they might. I haven"t seen "em for the last two weeks. After we closed our camp Bert went up in the country, where his folks were stopping, and Jack took a little coasting trip on a fishing boat. We were to meet here, but they must be delayed.
However, school doesn"t open for a day or so. But I want to get my place in shape."
"Good idea. That"s what I did. Well, here we are," Morse added as the two came opposite a large building. "Let"s go in and see what Old Balmy has in stock."
They advanced into the dormitory, being met in the lower hall by a pleasant-faced German who greeted them with:
"Ach! Goot afternoons, gentlemans. Und it iss rooms vat you are seeking?"
"Rooms it is, Herr Balmgester," replied Morse. "My friend, Tom Fairfield, here, wants that big one next to mine."
"Vat! Dot large room for one lad?"
"Oh, I"ve got two friends coming," explained Tom. "I had a double room over in the Ball and Bat," he added, referring to the Freshman dormitory, "but there"ll be three of us here."
"Ach! Dot iss goot! Two boys makes troubles," and the German monitor of the Soph.o.m.ore dormitory held up two fingers. "Three is besser--vat one does not vant to do ven der oder two does makes like a safety-valve; ain"t it yes?" and he laughed ponderously.
"Oh, we"ll be good," promised Tom, with a wink at Morse. "Let"s see the room."
It proved all that could be desired in the way of a study and sleeping apartment for three healthy, fun-loving lads, and Tom at once signed for it, feeling sure that his two chums, when they did arrive, would approve of his choice.
"Well, now that"s done, come on into town, and I"ll treat you to ice cream," invited Morse, for though it was late in September the day was warm. "I"m in funds now," went on the football captain, "and I may not be--later," he added with a grim smile.
"Oh, I don"t know," said Tom, hesitatingly. "I rather thought I"d hang around. Maybe Jack or Bert will come, and--"
"They can"t get here until the five o"clock train, now," declared Morse. "You"ve got time enough to go to town and be back again. Come ahead."
"All right," a.s.sented Tom. "Wait until I get the porter to fetch my trunk from the station."
The check having been given to the porter, Tom and his chum strolled toward the trolley line that would take them into the small city of Elmwood.
"Here comes the human interrogation point!" exclaimed Morse, when they were almost at the trolley line.
"I thought he wasn"t coming back to school," remarked Tom, looking around.
"He did say he wasn"t, but I guess his folks made him. He wanted to branch out for himself and be a lawyer, I believe. He sure would be great on cross-examining witnesses with the way he asks questions,"
finished Morse with a laugh.
A small lad was approaching the two friends on the run, and, as he neared them, he called out:
"h.e.l.lo, Morse! Say, Tom Fairfield, when did you get in? Did you have a good time? I hear you went camping and discovered a hidden treasure.
Did it amount to much? How much did you get? Where"s Jack and Bert?
Are you going in for football? Where are you rooming?"
Tom and Morse came to a stop. They eyed each other solemnly. Then Tom said gravely:
"Isn"t it a shame; and he"s so young, too!"
"Yes," a.s.sented Morse with a mournful shake of his head. "I understand that his case is hopeless. They are going to provide a keeper for him."
"Say, look here, you fellows!" exclaimed the small lad. "What"s eating you, anyhow? What do you mean by that line of talk?"