The New Boys at Oakdale Part 15

"And you haven't a thing in this case?"

"Of course not." He grabbed his cap and almost bolted from the house.

"Still more lies!" he half snarled, as he hurried along the street. "My own mother will lose confidence in me when she finds out the truth. It's the most miserable piece of business I ever got mixed up in."

Straight to Mrs. Chester's home he hastened, and his heart gave a throb of satisfaction when the maid, admitting him, stated that Charley Shultz was with Osgood in the latter's room.

They were talking in low tones when Piper unceremoniously opened the door and entered that room. Osgood had been pacing up and down, but Shultz was standing by the window. Both looked startled.

"You're just the two fellows I want to see," said Billy, closing the door carefully behind him.

"Who invited you in?" growled Shultz. "Why didn't you knock?"

"Won't you sit down?" invited Ned, in his usual courteous manner, which had at first seemed like affectation to the boys of Oakdale.

"Thanks," said Piper. "Don't believe I care to. I've been trying to get a private word with Shultz, and this is the first time--"

"If you wish to talk with him privately I'll step out."

"No need of it. What I want to say I can say just as well with you here, Osgood, old man."

"We were having a little private talk of our own when you b.u.t.ted in,"

said Shultz sourly.

"When I'm through there'll be plenty of time for you to finish up. I won't be long, and I'll get out the minute I've had my say. It's about this wretched sc.r.a.pe-about Hooker."

"It _is_ a wretched sc.r.a.pe," agreed Osgood. "I'm greatly disturbed over it, and of course you must be also, Piper. What are we to do?"

"That's just what I want to talk to Shultz about. Something has got to be done, and that pretty quick, too. It strikes me that Shultz is the fellow to do it."

The boy named swung round and squared himself, his red lips pressed together, his eyes staring straight at Billy from beneath lowered brows.

"I suppose," he began harshly, "you think you're going to shoulder the whole business onto me. If you do, you want to forget it, and forget it quick. I'm no more to blame than the rest of the bunch. It's true I hit Hooker a poke, but he brought it on himself, and you know it. He accused me of cheating."

"It was your blow that knocked him against that mantelpiece and dazed him so that he hasn't been able to talk or remember. In stating that the truth was sure to come out soon, Professor Richardson was doubtless correct."

"Ah, don't talk to me about that old dried-up shrimp!" cried Shultz fiercely. "He practically owned up before the whole school that he was a back number. He's no more fit to be the princ.i.p.al of Oakdale Academy than I am-nor half as much. It's time he retired and let a younger and better man fill his place."

"I didn't come here to argue that point. I say he was right in a.s.serting that the truth about Hooker is bound to come out. Now are you going to wait and let the facts be found out through some other channel, or are you going to brace up and make a clean breast of it?"

"Now wouldn't that be fine!" sneered Shultz. "You want me to blow the whole thing, do you? You want me to come out and tell the general public that a bunch of us were here in Ned's rooms gambling, and that in a quarrel over the cards I hit Roy Hooker. Do you think for a minute that by doing so I'll make you stand better in the public eye?"

"Somebody has got to tell it before Hooker tells, himself," persisted Piper. "As you're the fellow mainly involved, it seems to me it's up to you."

"And if I don't tell, I suppose you'll run and peach, you common tattler!" frothed Shultz, taking a step forward, his fists clenched, his face crimson with rage.

Piper stood his ground.

"Perhaps it will make you more popular with yourself if you hit me," he said. "You can't frighten me, Shultz, with black looks and bl.u.s.ter. I knew what you'd do, but I made up my mind to talk straight to you, and I'm going to talk, even if you knock me down and jump on me with both feet."

"There'll be nothing of that kind happen in here," announced Osgood, taking a position to interfere in case Shultz's wrath should gain absolute control of him. "We were talking of this thing when you came in, Piper."

"That old dead one, Richardson, tried to make folks believe it would be a courageous thing to come forward and confess," said Shultz; "but anybody knows that the fellow who squeals is usually a coward. He's frightened into it. That's the trouble with you, Piper; you're scared stiff. You haven't any nerve at all."

"Scared?" retorted Billy. "I didn't hit Hooker. The worst that can be said about me is that I was playing poker here and that I joined with the rest of the bunch in keeping still about what happened to Roy. You know, Shultz, that there was no one else save yourself and Roy to blame for that wind-up of the game. Now if we all keep still and wait till it comes out, every one of us will be in the soup; but if you have the nerve and manhood to go to Professor Richardson or Dr. Grindle and tell just what the finish of that game was, without naming any one besides yourself and Hooker, it will--"

"Ho! ho!" scoffed Shultz. "So that's what you want! I knew it; I knew you were trying to save your own hide somehow. You want me to expose myself as a real thug and scoundrel, in order that you and the rest may get off scot-free. Fine-I don't think. I'll rush right away and do it-not."

"Osgood is your particular friend, isn't he? Can't you see any reason why you should shield him, dismissing consideration for the rest of us?

You were here playing poker in Ned's rooms. An unfortunate misunderstanding-I hope that's what it was-brought about that encounter with Hooker. You can tell the story and refuse to name the others who were in the game. More than half the people will consider that an act of decency on your part. They won't blame you for trying to shield the rest of the crowd, although they may attempt to worm our names from you."

"It wouldn't do any good, anyhow," a.s.serted Shultz. "As soon as Hooker gets straightened out and remembers things, he'll tell; he'll name all of us."

"There's the unpleasant possibility that Hooker may not get straightened out, Shultz. Anyhow, perhaps it will be some time before he does.

Perhaps he'll come around gradually, and some of us may be able to see him and caution him to keep mum. It's the only chance."

"And if he doesn't come around at all, and none of the crowd squeals, how are they ever going to find out just what happened? There you are."

"They will find it out, Shultz; I've made up my mind to that."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that somebody is going to tell the truth. If you don't do it, somebody else will."

Osgood was compelled to grapple with Shultz, who strove to reach Billy, crying hoa.r.s.ely:

"Let me get at that little whelp! He's threatening to blow on us! I'll fix him!"

"No, you won't," said Ned, displaying an amount of strength that surprised Piper, who still remained apparently calm and undisturbed. "He hasn't said that he's going to blow."

"But that was what he meant."

Ned thrust the raging fellow back and held him until he had calmed down somewhat.

"What did you mean, Piper?" Osgood asked over his shoulder. "Did you mean that you were going to chase right out of here and tell every one?"

"That wasn't exactly what I meant," answered Billy. "I'm going to talk with the rest of the crowd. I'm going to tell them just where I stand and what I think. I'm going to do my best to induce them, one and all, to put it up to Shultz just as I have put it up to him. Then, if he isn't man enough to shoulder the blame, I'll suggest that we all walk up in a body and tell the whole thing."

"You see! you see!" panted Shultz. "That's his game! He's a squealer!

He's bound to make me the goat."

"Give me a chance to talk to him," urged Osgood. "I'm sure Billy will listen to reason."

"I'm ready to listen to reason," said Piper; "but argument on false premises won't have the slightest effect on me. I've thought this thing all over and decided on the only proper course to be followed."

"But you can see," said Ned, almost pleadingly, "that you're asking a most difficult thing of Charley."

"That doesn't make it any less the right thing," was the unbending retort.