The Rival Pitchers: A Story of College Baseball

  CHAPTER XXI

  ON THE GRILL

  "Well, what's up?" asked Sid as Tom came in. "You're going the pace,aren't you, old man?" and he looked anxiously at his chum, whose facewas flushed from the experience through which he had just gone.

  "I got in late," admitted Tom.

  "Get caught?" asked Sid, as if that was all that mattered.

  "Yep, but that's not the worst of it."

  "What? You don't mean to say you've been caught? Well, of all things.You, one of the 'grinds,' falling a victim."

  "It wasn't altogether my fault."

  "How's that?"

  Tom considered for a moment. Would it be violating the ethical honor ofa college boy if he told his chum? Would it be contrary to the spirit ofRandall? Tom thought not, merely to let Sid know what had happened. Forit would go no further, and, as a matter of fact, several students hadseen Tom and Langridge leave town together. Besides, Tom wanted advice.So he told his chum everything from the time of meeting with the sportystudents until the sensational retreat of Langridge to his room.

  "Now, what would you do?" asked Tom. "Keep still and take what's comingor tell the proctor and use that as an excuse for coming in late? Itreally wasn't my fault."

  Sid scratched his head. It was a new problem for him. He saw the pointTom made, that by informing on a fellow student, Tom would be heldblameless, as indeed he had a right to be. Why should Tom suffer foranother's fault? That came plainly to Sid. Yet he only hesitated amoment before answering.

  "Of course you can't squeal," he said simply.

  "That's what I thought," agreed Tom, as if that was all there was to it."I'll have to take what's coming, I s'pose."

  "Maybe proc. won't be hard on you. You've got a good record."

  "Fairly. Anyhow, I hope he doesn't cut me out from baseball. Well, I'mgoing to bed. I wonder if they'll find out about Langridge? If thewatchman thought to make a tour of the rooms, he'd discover that he justgot in."

  "He'll not do that. Too many of 'em. Besides, trust Langridge forknowing how to take care of himself. He's getting reckless, though."

  "Of course you won't say anything to any of the fellows about himplaying cards and smoking," went on Tom, but he did not mention thedrinking episode, though probably Sid guessed.

  "Of course not," came the prompt answer, "but it's not fair to the restof the team. However, I'm not going to make a holler. Hope you come outof it all right. By-by."

  "Um," grunted Tom, for he was rubbing some of the liniment on his armand the pungent fumes made him keep his eyes and mouth shut.

  Sid tumbled into bed, leaving Tom to put out the light, and there was nofurther talk. Tom undressed slowly. He was in no mood for sleep, for hewas much upset over the incident of the night, and he was not a littleanxious about the next day and his prospective visit to the proctor. Forthe first time that he noticed it, the ticking of the alarm clockannoyed him, the fussy, quick strokes making him say over and over againthe words of a silly little rhyme as one sometimes, riding in a railroadtrain, fits to the click of the wheels over the rail joints some bit ofdoggerel that will not be ousted.

  "I must be getting nervous," thought Tom. "Wonder if I'm over-training?"

  This idea gave him such an alarm that it served to change the currentof his thoughts, and before he knew it he had fallen asleep over ahalf-formed resolution to undertake a different sort of gymnasiumexercise for a few days.

  Tom's first visit the next morning after chapel was, as the rulesrequired in such cases, to Proctor Zane.

  "Well?" inquired that functionary in no pleasant voice as Tom stoodbefore him, for there had been some skylarking in the college theprevious night and the proctor had been unable to catch the offenders."What is it now, Parsons?"

  He spoke as though Tom was an habitual offender when, as a matter offact, though the lad had taken his part in pranks, it was only thesecond time he had been "on the grill," as the process was termed.

  "I got in after hours last night, sir," reported Tom quietly, though heresented the man's manner.

  "Ha! So I was informed by the watchman." He looked at Tomantagonistically. "Well," he snapped, "why don't you continue? There'smore, isn't there?"

  "Not that I know of," replied Tom calmly. "I had permission to go totown, but I got in late, that's all."

  "Oh, is it? What about the student who was with you? Wasn't there someone with you?"

  "Yes, sir."

  "And didn't he engage in a fight with the watchman, and, takingadvantage of a mean trick, sneak to his room? Didn't he, I ask you?"

  "I presume the watchman has correctly informed you of what happened."

  Tom's voice was coldly indifferent now, and the proctor recognized thatfact.

  "He did," he snapped. "And you know of it, too. I expected you to tellme that."

  "Since when has it been a college rule," asked Tom, "to confess to thedoings of another student? I thought that all that was required of mewas to report my own infraction of the rules."

  Tom knew that he was right and that the proctor had no authority to askhim concerning the doings of Langridge, and the proctor knew that hehimself was in the wrong, which knowledge, shared as it was by a student,did not add to his good temper.

  "Then you refuse to say who was with you?" he snapped, his eyes fixed onTom's face.

  "I certainly refuse to inform on a fellow student, Mr. Zane," was Tom'sanswer, "and I don't think you have any right to ask me to do so."

  If he had stopped with his first half of the reply all might have beenwell, for certainly the proctor did not expect Tom or any other studentto be a tale-bearer, though he always asked them to speak in order tomake more easy his own task. But to be practically defied, and by afreshman, was too much for the official, who had a certain dignity ofwhich he was proud.

  "Ha!" he exclaimed, "you are impertinent, Parsons."

  "I didn't so intend, sir."

  "Ha! I don't have to be informed of my rights by you. I know them. Youwill write me out two hundred lines of Virgil by to-morrow afternoon andyou will stand suspended for two weeks, with absolutely no privilegesregarding athletics or going away from college!"

  It was a hard sentence under any circumstances. It was an unjust one inTom's case, and he knew it. Yet what could he do?

  "Very well, sir," he replied, trying to overcome a certain tremblingfeeling in his throat, and he turned to go.

  "If," went on the proctor in a slightly more conciliatory voice, "youthink better of your resolution and let me know the name of the studentwho so outrageously assaulted the watchman, I may find it possible tomitigate your punishment. Mind, I am not asking you to inform me in anordinary case of breaking the rules, but for an extraordinary infraction.The watchman has a badly injured leg. So, if you wish to inform me later,I will be glad to hear from you."

  "I shall not change my mind," said Tom simply.

  "Nor I mine," added the proctor, jerking out the words quickly.

  Tom turned on his heel and left the room.