CHAPTER XXVII--DICK MAKES A DISCOVERY
The mystery of the "spook" that had so suddenly appeared at the academygrew with every night. Strange sounds were heard in the corridors,sentinels were frightened, and little articles and things of valuecontinued to disappear from the rooms of the cadets.
"I wonder if this yere spook has visited us, pard?" said Brad Buckhart,one morning.
"Why?" asked Dick.
"My knife is gone now. The critter seems to take to knives and suchthings as a duck takes to water, and so I thought maybe he had wanderedin here and appropriated my sticker."
But Brad dismissed the matter with that, nothing more being said aboutit.
The "spook" excitement continued to provide a topic of interest for theboys, but the approach of the football-game with the New Era A. A.finally surpassed it in interest.
Various were the opinions expressed in regard to the probable outcome ofthe game with New Era. Some thought New Era would not be able to score,some thought she would make the game interesting, some even thoughtthere was a chance for her to win; but the majority seemed inclined tothe idea that Fardale, thus far undefeated, would not fall before thisteam.
When the report came that the Trojan A. A., which had been defeated byFardale, had not permitted New Era to score and had rolled uptwenty-eight points, it seemed a settled thing that the cadets were tohave an easy time of it. The members of the team grew overconfident,something Dick warned them against.
"Oh, we'll eat those galoots up!" declared Buckhart.
"Perhaps so," said Dick; "but we don't want to be too sure of it. Youknow it is never possible to know just what to expect from one of theseindependent teams. They are full of tricks, and they are notover-particular about their methods."
"Oh, if they are looking for rough-house, they can find it! Rememberwhat happened to the Trojans when they tried that sort of business."
Dick remembered that the Trojans had been battered into a state ofamazed decency.
Chester Arlington's interest in the football-team seemed very keen. Hewas out every day to watch practise, and he cheered and encouraged theboys like a most loyal supporter of the eleven. He even went furtherthan that. Darrell's shoulder had been injured, and Chester declared heknew just how to massage the muscles to bring it back into perfectcondition. He peeled off his coat, to the surprise of all, and gaveHal's shoulder a rubbing after practise each day.
And it was a fact that Darrell's shoulder improved amazingly beneaththis treatment. Seeing which, some of the other fellows, who werebruised or lame, ventured to ask Chester to give them a littleattention.
Dick was not a little surprised when Arlington consented and seemed sointensely eager to have every man on the team in the finest possiblecondition.
Buckhart looked on in deepest distrust. Leaving Arlington in the gym,working over Bradley, stripped of coat, vest, and hat, and sweatinghandsomely, Brad followed Dick from the building and spoke to him asthey walked toward the barracks.
"This yere Ches Arlington is puzzling me some, I admit I can't just makeout his little game now."
"Then you think he's up to some game?" asked Dick.
"Pard, he's crooked. He's been against us ever since he found hecouldn't get on the team. There is no reason why he should flop now."
Dick thought how Chester had been compelled to humble himself and ask afavor. Was it possible there had come a change of heart in the fellow?
"I suppose you're right, Brad," he said. "But I don't see what harm hecan do. He seems to be doing considerable good."
"I wouldn't let him put his paws on me if every bone in my body was outof place and he could put them all back!" exploded the Westerner."Bradley's just thick-headed chump enough to let him do it."
In the meantime, Arlington had attended to Billy Bradley, who was thelast one to seek his attention, and had donned his coat and vest andfound Hal Darrell waiting. Bradley departed, leaving Arlington andDarrell together.
"Well, Arlington, old man," said Darrell, with a puzzled smile, "I neverthought you'd come down to it."
Chester flushed a bit.
"Come down to what?" he asked.
"Rubbing these fellows you consider so far beneath you. It is amazing!"
"I suppose so," admitted Chester.
"You have turned Good Samaritan."
"For my own benefit."
"For your benefit?"
"Exactly."
"I fail to catch on. How for your benefit?"
"I've got to get on my feet somehow, Darrell. You know my dislike forMerriwell has led me into betting heavily against Fardale, and I havebeen soaked good and hard."
"Yes, I know."
"I know you did, but every time I thought I had a sure thing. WithMerriwell off the team I should have been eager for Fardale to win. Withhim on it, I hated him so much that I was more than eager for the otherside to win. Fardale secured victory after victory; but that simply mademe all the more confident that the tide must turn and she must lose.What's the result? I'm flat. Of course, I can get more money, butreally, old man, I'm ashamed to call for it."
Thinking of the money Chester had lost and had squandered in foolishways, Hal did not wonder that he was ashamed. Truly, it was astonishingthat a boy of Chester's years could have so much money to fling aboutwithout thought or reason.
"That's the explanation," nodded Arlington. "I must get on my feetsomehow."
"I don't see how you expect to do it by----"
"This time I'll back Fardale."
"Why, you can't find any one to bet on New Era."
"Oh, yes, I can! Those New Era fellows have sent some chaps into townlooking for bets."
"Why, great Scott! we downed the Trojans, and the Trojans buried NewEra!"
"All the same, the sports who are looking for bets seem confident thatNew Era will make Fardale look like thirty cents."
"But you say you're broke. How are you going to----"
"I've raised money on everything I could hook. I've borrowed some. Iwant to borrow ten of you, Hal. You know I'll pay if I lose, but I won'tlose. Will you let me have a sawbuck? It's my chance to get even, andI'm going to make the best of it."
"Why, yes, I think I can squeeze out a tenner," said Darrell.
"But you will be in up to your eyes if we happen by any chance to dropthis game."
"If Fardale loses, I'll have to make a clean breast to mother and gether to put me on Easy Street again. But Fardale's not going to lose.That's one thing I'm sure of. And I want every man in the best possiblecondition. That's why I'm working so hard on the fellows who will let mepolish them up. See?"
Hal saw, but still it seemed strange that Chester Arlington, proud,haughty, independent, should do what he was doing.
The following day was Friday. After practise Arlington again stripped inthe gym and gave his attention to those who would have him.
There was more or less football talk, and the boys gradually dressed andwandered out. A few were left when a little incident occurred that mustbe recorded.
Again Arlington was working over Bradley. Sweating, he paused to pullout his handkerchief and wipe off his face. As he removed thehandkerchief from his pocket a knife dropped to the floor. He picked itup and then paused, staring at it.
Dick noticed this, and he saw Chester stop and stare at the knife. Healso noted a frown on Arlington's face, a puzzled expression. SuddenlyDick showed interest.
"Let me see that knife, Arlington," he demanded.
Chester surrendered it.
"Is this your knife?" asked Dick, with something like accusation in hisvoice and manner.
"No," admitted Chester, "it is not."
"But it came out of your pocket?"
"It dropped to the floor when I took my handkerchief out. I never saw itbefore."
Dick stood looking straight at Chester. Somehow Arlington's mannerseemed truthful. In a moment, however, he grew angry beneath Dick'spersistent gaze.
"What do you mean by staring at
me that way?" he demanded hotly. "Do youthink I'm lying?"
"No," said Dick, turning away and putting the knife in his pocket. "Iknow the owner of this knife, and I'll give it to him." Then he walkedout.
Chester started as if to follow him, but stopped and turned back, sayingto Bradley:
"I think you're all right now."
"Here's your knife, old man," said Dick, as he handed the knife over toBuckhart in their room after supper.
"Hey?" exclaimed the Texan. "Why, why, where----"
"It is your knife, isn't it?"
"Sure as shooting. But where did it come from?"
"I saw Chester Arlington pick it up from the floor in the gym."
"When?"
"To-day."
Brad looked surprised.
"Why, it couldn't have been there ever since I lost it," he said."Somebody would have found it before this."
"It seems that way," said Dick; and he did not explain to Brad that theknife had fallen first from Chester's pocket as he pulled out hishandkerchief.
Why Dick chose to keep silent on this point he hardly knew. He wasmystified over the knife incident. Chester Arlington did not seem like afellow who would resort to petty robbery. Surely he would not steal anordinary pearl-handled knife, worth perhaps three dollars, when he spentmoney lavishly? And yet Dick had heard it hinted within a day or twothat Chester was hard up, and that his parents had declined to advancemore money for him to squander until a certain time had passed.
Strange thoughts were flitting through Dick's head. Placed in adesperate situation, would Chester be tempted to pilfer? The "spook,"the missing trinkets and articles of value, these things Dick thoughtabout. Then he wondered if there was not some way for him to solve themystery and clear up the whole affair. But, in the meantime, thefootball-game with New Era took his attention.