CHAPTER XVIII
WITH HAMMER AND SAW
Out into the storm they raced, to find that the alarm of the crash hadbeen general, and that students from all the dormitories, and also anumber of members of the faculty, were hurrying from their rooms tolearn what was the trouble.
"What was it?"
"Did you hear it?"
"Is it another fire?"
"I heard it was the gymnasium that had blown up."
"Somebody told me that Prexy's house was destroyed by a bomb."
Questions and statements like those were heard on all sides, as the ladsgathered in a group outside the college, or stood in the pelting rain onthe campus.
The wind still blew with great violence, and the downpour was in keepingwith it. Anxious eyes looked up to the sky to detect the shimmering offlames, and were relieved when no glare met their gaze, though in thatrain it would have been a big fire indeed that could have kept onburning.
"The noise was over that way," declared Tom Parsons, pointing toward thegymnasium.
"No, it was over there," and Phil indicated the river. "Maybe it was oneof the boathouses."
"I think it was out on the athletic field," asserted Sid.
"Let's go have a look," proposed Holly Cross. "It was a great old crash,whatever it was."
"Yes, it woke me up," said Bert Bascome. "I was dozing over my Latinprose, and I dreamed we were playing Boxer Hall. I was making atouchdown, and smashed into a goal-post--that woke me up--or, rather,the racket did."
"Well, make a real touchdown when we play Boxer, and we'll forgive you,"put in Kindlings, joining the group of football players. "Come on, let'sinvestigate."
As the students reached the gridiron they saw, even in the darkness, thecause of the crash. One of the largest grandstands had collapsed. Thesupports, weakened by the rain, had been unable to stand against theforce of the wind, and had tilted over, letting the whole structure comeslantingly to the ground, like some cardboard house upon which a heavyweight has fallen.
"For cat's sake, look at that!" cried Phil.
"It's a ruin!" added Sid, in despair.
"The biggest grandstand, too!" remarked Tom.
"Come on, fellows!" cried Holly Cross. "Maybe we can prop it up soit won't go down any farther," for part of the structure was stillstanding.
Holly started toward it, but had not advanced more than a few feet, whenthere came another sudden burst of fury on the part of the wind, andthere was a second crash in the splintered and broken timbers.
"Come back!" yelled Dan Woodhouse. "You'll be hurt! It's going to fallapart!"
There was an instinctive retreat on the part of the throng of students,but the stand, after settling forward a little more, became stationary,and, aside from the flapping of a few loose boards, the wind seemedincapable of doing any more havoc.
"Well, wouldn't that jar you!" exclaimed Dutch, as he carefully heldHolly's umbrella over his own head. "We'll have to hustle to have thatraised again."
"Yes, and the game with Canton Military Academy comes off soon," addedPhil. "The carpenters will have to get busy in the morning. Where'sKindlings?"
"Here I am."
"Say Dan, we'll have to have a meeting of the athletic committee rightaway, and take some action on this. If we can't use that grandstand forthe Canton game, we'll lose a lot of money, and, goodness knows, we needthe coin this year."
"That's right," came in a chorus from the others. Mr. Lighton, thecoach, came up just then, and agreed that immediate action wasnecessary, late as it was.
The students were walking about the ruined stand, oblivious to thepelting rain, and they might have stayed there a long time, had not Mr.Zane bustled up to inspect the wreck.
"Now, then, young gentlemen," he said, "you had better all get back toyour rooms. There is nothing more to see, and there might be somedanger. The wind is increasing."
"I hope no more stands blow down," murmured Tom.
"Mr. Zane, we want to have a meeting of the athletic committee, to takemeasures for rebuilding the stand," spoke the football captain. "Maywe?"
"To-night?"
"Yes, sir."
"Well, I'm going to make a report of this to Dr. Churchill, and you maycome, if you like. Also Mr. Lighton, and two or three members of thecommittee."
"Come on, Phil and Tom," urged Dan, and the end and quarter-backfollowed. The other boys, finding the storm most unpleasant, now thatthe excitement was over, moved toward their rooms.
Proctor Zane stated the case to the president, and then Kindlings madehis appeal.
"We want to arrange for the rebuilding of the stand at once," he said,"as we expect a big crowd at the Canton game, and we need all the seatswe can get."
"Yes," remarked Dr. Churchill, musingly. "I presume the athleticcommittee has the funds available to pay for the work."
"No, we haven't, Dr. Churchill," answered Holly Cross, who acted astreasurer, "but we thought the amount could be advanced from the collegetreasury, and we could pay it back, as we did once or twice before.We'll need quite a large sum, I'm afraid, for the stand is one of thebig ones, and is flat on the ground."
"Yes," again mused the president. "Well, young gentlemen, I would bevery glad indeed to advance the money from our treasury, but, I regretto say, that it is impossible."
"Impossible!" repeated Holly.
"Yes, for the reason that there is no money in the treasury."
"No money!" The students looked at each other aghast.
"No," went on Dr. Churchill. "This legal complication regarding themissing quit-claim deed, and the lawsuit that has been started againstthe college, has made it necessary to spend considerable cash in theway of preliminary fees and court expenses. This has left the collegewithout a running balance. In fact, Randall is poorer to-day than everbefore. I might add that even money to pay the salaries of the facultyis lacking, and----"
There was something like a gleam of hope in the eyes of the youths, butit died away when the president, with a grim smile added:
"I will state, however, that the gentlemen of the faculty regard thefinancial difficulty as only temporary, and are willing to continue onwithout pay for a while, so you see there is no excuse for not attendinglectures," and the president's eyes twinkled. "But that is why," hecontinued, "I can not advance any sum for the rebuilding of the collapsedgrandstand. I am very sorry, but it will have to stay down for thepresent."
"Then we'll lose on the Canton game," spoke Sid in a low voice, "losemoney, I mean."
"It's too bad we can't have it put up," came from Phil, as the ladsfiled from the president's room, where the conference had taken place."No use in having a meeting, if we can't get the money."
"Yes, there is too!" cried Tom Parsons, suddenly.
"Do you think we fellows can raise enough cash by ourselves?" demandedKindlings. "I wish we could, but we can't."
"We can raise enough for what I am going to suggest," declared Tom.
"And what's that?"
"Enough for hammers and saws and nails."
"And let the grandstand rebuild itself?" asked Phil, incredulously.
"No!" cried Tom, eagerly. "We fellows can rebuild it ourselves! I knowhow to handle tools, and I guess lots of the other fellows do, also. Wecan do it if we try. We haven't got the money to hire carpenters, sowe'll be carpenters ourselves! We'll build that grandstand!"
"Hurrah for Carpenter Tom!" cried Dutch Housenlager, doing a Highlandfling down the long dormitory corridor.
"I don't know the difference between a beam and a joist, and atwo-by-four is as illuminating to me as a Greek root would be to ababy," said Kindlings, "but I'm with you, fellows!"
"So am I!" cried Frank Simpson. "I worked in a lumber camp once,and----"
"Say, is there anything you didn't do?" asked Holly, as he thought ofthe hazing. "You're all right, Simpson. You can carry the two-by-foursfor Kindlings."
"Make him carry the beams and joists," suggested Phil. "He'll do forthat, all rig
ht."
Eagerly talking of the new idea, the boys gathered in the room of ourheroes, and such a lively meeting was in progress that Proctor Zane wasforced to call an adjournment, though he was very decent about it, and,hearing of the plan announced that he would amend some of the collegerules, to enable the amateur carpenters to work at night, by means ofpowerful arc lights.
"Hurrah!" cried the lads, and Proctor Zane was cheered for one of thefew times in his life. He seemed to like it, too.
A meeting of the athletic committee was called for early the next day,and the plan of having the lads do the carpenter work was discussed inall its details. There was some money available for tools, and itdeveloped that, as Tom had said, many of the students were handy withthem, some even having done carpenter work in their vacations to earntuition money.
One of the janitors had once been a builder, and he offered to show theboys how to do the work properly, so that it would be safe.
"It will be almost as good as football practice for us," declared Tom,when he and his chums went to town to buy the tools and nails.
"It will keep us on the jump, if we get it done in time for the Cantongame," declared Phil.