"Then the sophs must have been to both places where we had them."
"Yes, but it"s all the better for us. We"ll now be--"
Foster stopped abruptly as the farmer that owned the buildings appeared in the doorway and for a moment stared blankly at them.
"Good morning," said Will cheerfully. "We"re here after these canes."
"So I see," replied the farmer. "The freshmans didn"t find ye out, then?"
"It"s all right," responded Will glibly. "How much are we to pay you?"
"They paid me last night. I guess "twas "beout right. I don"t want nothin" more."
"We"ve tumbled your hay over more than we thought," said Will, as he thrust a bill into the man"s hand.
"I don"t know "beout it," drawled the farmer, nevertheless thrusting the money into his pocket. "Putty good pay, but I don"t know but I might"s well take it."
"Of course you"re to take it!" said Will eagerly. "All we ask of you now is not to tell anybody--anybody," he added with special emphasis, "that we"ve taken the canes away. Don"t tell any one of it or the whole game will be spoiled."
"I"ll be as mum as a hitchin" post."
Without waiting for any further words the two boys seized the bundles and at once departed from the barn. When they came out into the lane they looked carefully about them in every direction, but no one could be seen and they soon came out into the open road.
"What are we going to do with them now?" inquired Foster, as they halted for a moment.
"We can"t take them back to our rooms," said Will.
"No! No! That would never do."
"I"ll tell you," said Will quickly. "Let"s take them down to that old bridge yonder," pointing as he spoke toward a rude bridge that spanned the stream not far away.
"All right. Come along, then," responded Foster.
Instantly the two boys began to run and in a brief time arrived at the rude structure, and after a hasty inspection they placed the two bundles on the piers beneath the bridge and then covered them with the driftwood that had been cast up on the bank of the stream when its waters had been swelled by the pa.s.sing storms.
When their work was at last completed they departed for Winthrop and arrived just as the final strokes of the bell were given that a.s.sembled the students in the chapel. They hastily pa.s.sed in with the throng of students and were in their seats in time to receive credit for attendance.
As they pa.s.sed out from the chapel when the service was ended they came face to face with Mott and a group of soph.o.m.ores, who evidently were waiting for their appearance; but as neither Foster nor Will betrayed any emotion by the expression upon their faces it was impossible for the soph.o.m.ores to perceive whether or not the canes had been discovered.
There was no question about their opinions, however, when later in the day it was apparent that the soph.o.m.ore cla.s.s was possessed of a feeling of intense excitement. Parties were sent forth in various directions, and there was the keenest interest manifest in the entire college. Will and Foster, however, were too wise to relate their experiences to any except to the three or four leaders of their cla.s.s; and when night fell, by a circuitous route, and then only after a half-dozen parties had been sent out in other directions to mislead any of their rivals who might be watching their movements, they proceeded to the bridge, secured the canes, and bringing them safely back to the college under the protecting shelter of the darkness, distributed them among the members of the cla.s.s.
Great was the elation of the freshmen when on the following morning they formed in a body near the gymnasium just before the hour of morning prayers in the chapel and then marched to the service every one carrying in his hands one of the coveted sticks.
The discomfited soph.o.m.ores endured in silence the gibes of the students, and the exultant freshmen received the applause that greeted their success with an air that it is to be feared only served to increase the chagrin of their rivals. And Will Phelps and Foster were at once, and by a common though unspoken a.s.sent, awarded a place among the leaders of their cla.s.s for their success.
Of the parade that took place that day Will Phelps did not tire of talking for many a week. The a.s.sembled crowd of students, townspeople, and visitors, the long line of freshmen in the parade and their grotesque appearance, the stirring music of a bra.s.s band at the head of the line, the march to the lower campus where the huge bonfire was kindled, the weird songs and dancing as in dual lines the two lower cla.s.ses with joined hands leaped and danced about the blazing fire, and then the final consignment to the flames of the huge wooden hatchet that had been carried in the parade, were all incidents that duly impressed him. And when at last the fires burned low and the final song was sung, and it was declared that the hatchet was buried forever and all feelings of animosity between the lower cla.s.smen were at an end, the boys returned to their rooms feeling that a well-earned victory had been won.
The escapades were doubtless silly, and in after years brought a smile to the faces of the partic.i.p.ants when they were then recalled, but nevertheless they had formed a part of the experiences of college life and had brought with them the development of certain qualities of leadership which in other ways and in later days were to play no small part in the lives of Will Phelps and his room-mate.
The coming of springtime in Winthrop was always an occasion of general rejoicing. The hills were once more covered with their garments of green and the valleys were beautiful in their verdure. Among the students at Winthrop there was usually a relaxing of effort then, but Will Phelps, though the effort cost him much, still held himself resolutely to his tasks. He had been learning not merely what to study but also how to study, and in his spring vacation his father had explained to him that this was his supreme purpose and desire. If a man did not learn how to work while he was a student in college it was seldom the case that he learned it afterward. And Will had responded. His Greek was still distasteful to him, but he was doing somewhat better and was more content.
The crowning ambition in Will"s heart as we know was to secure a place on the college track team. And he had been working quietly yet persistently under the guidance of Wagner for the desired end. At last, early in May, came the trial meets of the college when the selections for the team were to be made, and when Will donned his running suit and went down to the track to all appearances he was calmer than his room-mate. But in his heart there was a feeling such as he had never known before.
CHAPTER XXVII
CONCLUSION
It was a noisy crowd of students that a.s.sembled at the Winthrop athletic field on that day early in May when the trials for the track team were to be held. Keen as was the interest in baseball the interest in the track team was even keener, for hope was high among the students that a championship team would be turned out and the compet.i.tion among the eight colleges that composed the league was at fever heat. The most formidable rival of Winthrop was Alden, and, as within the past four years each of the two colleges had won the championship twice, the coming contest would decide the possession of the cup which the a.s.sociation had voted should be held in the permanent possession of the college which had won most of the meets within the limits of the five years.
Will Phelps was keenly excited although his movements were very deliberate as he walked about the field clad in his running suit, over which he was wearing his bath robe. His desire to secure a place on the team was so strong that he hardly dared face the possibility of a failure. The disappointments of the year would in a measure be atoned for if only he might win the coveted honor. He had carefully followed the instructions of Wagner, the captain of the team, who though, by his physician"s orders was not to compete, was nevertheless deeply interested and for some reason had taken an especially strong liking to Will Phelps. Upon his advice Will had retired early the preceding night and had secured a rest that made him now feel that if ever he was to win, the present opportunity was the supreme one.
"Don"t do your best in the heats, unless you have to," said Wagner as he approached Will on the field and stopped for a moment to chat with him.
"Save your strength for the finals."
Will smiled but did not reply. In his present state of mind he was wondering if he could run at any pace that was not his best. The events were being run off now and he was striving to become interested in them.
Anything that would call his thoughts away from himself and his own contest was to be desired, he thought. Foster had tried and failed to win a place and Peter John Schenck too had not been successful. Was his own chance better than theirs? He could hardly believe that it was, and yet if determination could aid he knew that his lack, if he should be found wanting, would not be due to that cause.
At last the supreme moment arrived and the call for the first heat in the hundred yards dash was heard. Will"s heart was beating furiously when he cast aside his bath robe and tossed it to Foster who was waiting to receive it. His room-mate smiled encouragingly but was too wise to speak and Will advanced to the line. He perceived that three others were with him in the heat, but Mott, whom he most feared, was not among the number. That was a source of some consolation, and his hope increased that he might at least win a place in the finals.
As the pistol was fired, Will darted forward from the line, but in a moment the runners were recalled and Will was penalized a yard for his undue eagerness. Grimly he took his place this time a yard behind the line and when the start was again made he sped down the track as if he was possessed of the speed of the wind. Easily he was the first to touch the tape, but when unmindful of the cheers of his cla.s.smates he turned aside to don once more his bath robe, Wagner approached and shaking his head, laughed as he said, "You forgot what I told you, freshman."
"What was that?"
"Not to run your best in the heat. You want something left for the finals."
"I couldn"t help it," said Will grimly. "What was the time?"
"Ten, two."
Nothing more was said as they all turned to watch the runners in the other heats. Mott with apparent ease won his, and Ogden won the third.
The final was to be run off between the three winners and Will stretched himself upon the gra.s.s to gain such rest as he could obtain before the supreme test arrived.
Other events were now run off and a half-hour elapsed before the final heat was called. "You"ll get your place on the team anyway, Will," said Foster encouragingly.
"I"m not so sure of that."
"I am. I heard Wagner say that three would be taken on the team for the sprints, and even if you come in last you"ll be sure of a place."
"I don"t know. I don"t want to come in last."
"Don"t, then," laughed Foster as he reached forth his hand for his room-mate"s bath robe. Once more Will stood on the line and this time there would be no "sneaking," he a.s.sured himself. Somehow the keenness of his previous excitement was gone now and he was almost as calm as if he had been a spectator and not a partic.i.p.ant in the contest. He was none the less resolved to do his utmost and when the pistol at last was fired he leaped from the mark with every nerve and muscle tense. A silence rested over all as the three runners came swiftly up the track.
Will could feel rather than see that he was ahead of Ogden, but Mott was still in advance of him, and do what he might he did not seem to be able to cut down that yard by which Mott was leading. Swiftly the racers sped on and soon Will could see that the end of the course had almost been gained. Only fifteen yards remained to be covered, and then by one supreme effort Will called upon all his reserve powers and with what the college paper afterward described as a "magnificent burst of speed," he cut down Mott"s lead and a moment later the two runners struck the tape exactly together.
A mighty shout arose from the a.s.sembled students and Foster and Hawley both of whom were usually so self-contained ran out and threw their arms about the neck of their cla.s.smate. The enthusiasm increased when the time was announced as "ten, one." and Wagner came forward his face beaming and his hand outstretched as he said: "You did it, freshman! I knew you could, and I knew you would."