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In view of his own hasty temper that last part of the speech nearly provoked an uproar of laughter. Only respect for Mr. Drake and the other submasters prevented that. The women teachers, or most of them, too, the boys were sure, sided with them secretly.
The first recitation period of the morning was going by rapidly, but Mr. Cantwell didn't allow that to interfere with his remarks.
At last, however, he called for the belated singing. This was in progress when the door opened. Mr. Eldridge, superintendent of schools, entered, followed by Bristow's father. That latter gentleman looked angry.
"Mr. Cantwell, can you spare us a few moments in your office?"
inquired Mr. Eldridge.
There was no way out of it. The princ.i.p.al left with them. In a few minutes there was a call for Mr. Drake. Then two of the women teachers were sent for. Finally, d.i.c.k Prescott and three or four of the other boys were summoned. On the complaint of a very angry parent Superintendent Eldridge was holding a very thorough investigation. Many statements were asked for and listened to.
"I think we have heard enough, haven't we, Mr. Eldridge?" asked the elder Bristow, at last. "Shall I state my view of the affair now?"
"You may," nodded the superintendent.
"It is plain enough to me," snorted Mr. Bristow, "that this princ.i.p.al hasn't self-control enough to be charged with teaching discipline to a lot of spirited boys. His example is bad for them---continually bad. However, that is for the Board of Education to determine.
My son will not come to school to-day, but he will attend to-morrow.
As the first step toward righting to-day's affair I shall expect Mr. Cantwell to address, before the whole student body, an ample and satisfactory apology to my son. I shall be present to hear that apology myself."
"If it is offered," broke in Princ.i.p.al Cantwell, sardonically, but Superintendent Eldridge held up a hand to check him.
"If you don't offer the apology, to-morrow morning, and do it properly," retorted Mr. Bristow, "I shall go to my lawyer and instruct him to get out a warrant charging you with felonious a.s.sault. That is all I have to say, sir. Mr. Eldridge, I thank you, sir, for your very prompt and kind help. Good morning, all!"
"At the close of the session the princ.i.p.al wishes to see Mr. Prescott,"
read Mr. Cantwell from the platform just before school was dismissed that afternoon.
d.i.c.k waited in some curiosity.
"Mr. Prescott, you write for 'The Blade,' don't you?" asked Mr.
Cantwell.
"Sometimes, sir."
"Then, Mr. Prescott, please understand that I forbid you to write anything for publication concerning this morning's happenings."
d.i.c.k remained silent.
"You will not, will you?"
"That, Mr. Cantwell, is a matter that seems to rest between the editor and myself."
"But I have forbidden it," insisted the princ.i.p.al, in surprise.
"That is a matter, sir, about which you will have to see the editor.
Here at school, Mr. Cantwell, I am under your orders. At 'The Blade' office I work under Mr. Pollock's instructions."
The princ.i.p.al looked as though he were going to grow angry. On the whole, though, he felt that he had had enough of the consequences of his own wrath for one day. So he swallowed hard and replied:
"Very good, then, Mr. Prescott. I shall hold you responsible for anything you publish that I may consider harmful to me."
d.i.c.k did print an account of the trouble at school. He confined himself to a statement of the facts that he had observed with his own eyes. Editorially "The Blade" printed a comment to the effect that such scenes would have been impossible under the much-missed Dr. Thornton.
Mr. Cantwell didn't have anything disagreeable to say to d.i.c.k Prescott the next morning. Purcell took up the burden of his studies again without comment. The princ.i.p.al did apologize effectively to young Bristow before the student body, while the elder Bristow stood grimly by.
CHAPTER XIV
THE STEAM OF THE BATSMAN
All of d.i.c.k & Co. had made the High School nine, though not all as star players in their positions.
Holmes had won out for left field, and Hazelton for shortstop.
As far as the early outdoor practice showed, the latter was going to be the strongest man of the school in that important position.
Dalzell and Reade became first and second bas.e.m.e.n.
During the rest of March practice proceeded briskly. Six days in every week the youngsters worked hard at the field in the afternoons.
When it rained they put in their time at the gym.
On the second of April Coach Luce called a meeting of the baseball squad at the gym.
"We're a week, now, from our first game, gentlemen," announced the coach. "I want you all to be in flawless condition from now on. I will put a question to you, now, on your honor. Has any man broken training table?"
No one spoke or stirred. Ripley, who had gotten over the worst of his sulks, was present, but he did not admit any of his many breaches of the training table diet that he was pledged to follow at home.
"Has any man used tobacco since training began?" continued the coach.
Again there was silence.
"I am gratified to note that I can't get a response to either question," smiled Mr. Luce. "This a.s.sures me that every one of you has kept in the strictest training. It will show as soon as you begin to meet Gridley's opponents in the field.
"Faithful observance of all training rules bespeaks a good state of discipline. In all sports, and in team sports especially, discipline is our very foundation stone. Every man must sacrifice himself and his feelings for the good of the team. Each one of you must forget, in all baseball matters, that he is an individual.
He must think of himself only as a spoke in the wheel.
"During the baseball season I want every man of you in bed by nine-thirty. On the night before a game turn in at eight-thirty.
Make up your minds that there shall be no variation from this.
In the mornings I want every man, when it isn't raining, to go out and jog along the road, in running shoes and sweaters, for twenty minutes without a break; for thirty minutes, instead, on any morning when you can spare the time.
"Whenever you can do so, practice swift, short sprints. Many a nine, full of otherwise good men, loses a game or a season's record just because this important matter of speedy base running has been neglected.
"Not only this, but I want every one of you to be careful about the method of sprinting. The man who runs flat-footedly is using up steam and endurance. Run balanced well forward on the b.a.l.l.s of your feet. Throw your heels up; travel as though you were trying to kick the backs of your thighs. Breathe through the nose, always, in running, and master to the highest degree the trick of making a great air reservoir of your lungs. We have had considerable practice, both in jogging and in sprinting, but this afternoon I am going to sprint each man in turn, and I'm going to pick all his flaws of style or speed to small pieces.
We will now adjourn to the field for that purpose. Remember, that a batsman has two very valuable a.s.sets---his. .h.i.tting judgment and his running steam. Wagons are waiting outside, and we'll now make quick time to the field."
Arriving there, Coach Luce led them at once to the dressing rooms.
"Now, then, we want quick work!" he called after the sweaters and ball shoes had been hurriedly donned.
"Now let us go over to the diamond; go to the home plate as I call the names. Darrin Ripley-Prescott-Reade-Purcell-----"