Title: The Girls of Central High at Basketball - The Great Gymnasium Mystery
Author: Morrison, Gertrude W.
Language: English
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[Illustration: THE BALL ROSE AND FLEW DIRECTLY AT THE BASKET.]



THE GIRLS OF CENTRAL HIGH AT BASKETBALL

GERTRUDE W. MORRISON

1914



CONTENTS:
    CHAPTER I--HESTER IS MIFFED
    CHAPTER II--THE KERNEL IN THE ATHLETIC NUT
    CHAPTER III--JOHNNY DOYLE
    CHAPTER IV--"THERE'S GOOD STUFF IN THAT GIRL"
    CHAPTER V--HESTER AT HOME
    CHAPTER VI--THE FIRST GAME
    CHAPTER VII--THE SECOND HALF
    CHAPTER VIII--THE ROUND ROBIN
    CHAPTER IX--ANOTHER RAID
    CHAPTER X--MOTHER WIT AND THE GRAY MARE
    CHAPTER XI--HEBE POCOCK
    CHAPTER XII--"OUT OF IT"
    CHAPTER XIII--THE WIND VEERS
    CHAPTER XIV--RACING THE FLAMES
    CHAPTER XV--THE KEYPORT GAME
    CHAPTER XVI--UPHILL WORK FOR THE TEAM
    CHAPTER XVII--HEBE POCOCK IN TROUBLE
    CHAPTER XVIII--MOTHER WIT TO THE RESCUE
    CHAPTER XIX--AT LUMBERPORT
    CHAPTER XX--WINNING ALL ALONG THE LINE
    CHAPTER XXI--WHAT HESTER DID
    CHAPTER XXII--WHAT MR. BILLSON COULD TELL
    CHAPTER XXIII--CLIMBING UP
    CHAPTER XXIV--HESTER WINS
    CHAPTER XXV--THE MYSTERY EXPLAINED



CHAPTER I

HESTER IS MIFFED


The referee's whistle sounded sharply, and the eighteen girls of
Central High engaged in playing basketball, as well as an equal number
strung along the side lines, stopped instantly and turned their eyes
on Mrs. Case, the physical instructor.

"Hester Grimes! you are deliberately delaying the game. I have
reprimanded you twice. The third time I will take you out of the team
for the week----"

"I didn't, either!" cried the person addressed, a rather heavily built
girl for her age, with a sturdy body and long arms--well developed in a
muscular way, but without much grace. She had very high color, too,
and at the present moment her natural ruddiness was heightened by
anger.

"You are breaking another rule of the game by directly addressing the
referee," said Mrs. Case, grimly. "Are you ready to play, or shall I
take you out of the game right now?"

The red-faced girl made no audible reply, and the teacher signalled
for the ball to be put into play again. Three afternoons each week
each girl of Central High, of Centerport, who was eligible for
after-hour athletics, was exercised for from fifteen to thirty minutes
at basketball. Thirty-six girls were on the ground at a time. Every
five minutes the instructor blew her whistle, and the girls changed
places. That is, the eighteen actually playing the game shifted with
the eighteen who had been acting as umpires, judges, timekeepers,
scorers, linesmen and coaches. This shifting occupied only a few
seconds, and it put the entire thirty-six girls into the game, shift
and shift about. It was in September, the beginning of the fall term,
and Mrs. Case was giving much attention to the material for the
inter-school games, to be held later in the year.

Hester Grimes had played the previous spring on the champion team, and
held her place now at forward center. But although she had been two
years at Central High, and was now a Junior, she had never learned the
first and greatest truth that the physical instructor had tried to
teach her girls:

"_Keep your temper!_"

Since spring several of the girls playing on the first team of Central
High had left school, graduating as seniors. The work now was to whip
this team into shape, and finally Mrs. Case and the girls themselves,
voting upon the several names in their capacity as members of the
Girls' Branch Athletic League, had settled upon the following roster
of names and positions as the "make-up" of the best-playing basketball
team of Central High:

  Josephine Morse, goal-keeper
  Evangeline Sitz, right forward
  Dora Lockwood, left forward
  Hester Grimes, forward center
  Laura Belding, jumping center
  Lily Pendleton, back center
  Dorothy Lockwood, right guard
  Nellie Agnew, left guard
  Bobby Hargrew, goal guard

The basketball court of Central High was located in the new Girls'
Athletic Field, not far from the school building itself, and
overlooking beautiful Lake Luna and the boathouses and rowing course.
At the opening of Central High this fall the new field and gymnasium
had first come into use.

The athletic field, gymnasium and swimming pool were the finest in the
State arranged for girls' athletics. They had been made possible by
the generosity of one of the very wealthy men of Centerport, Colonel
Richard Swayne, and his interest in the high school girls and their
athletics had been engaged by one of the girls themselves, Laura
Belding by name, but better known among her schoolfellows and friends
as "Mother Wit."

The play went on again under the keen eye of the instructor. Mrs. Case
believed most thoroughly in the efficiency of basketball for the
development and training of girls; but she did not allow her charges
to play the game without supervision. Lack of supervision by
instructors is where the danger of basketball and kindred athletics
lies.

The game is an excellent one from every point of view; yet within the
last few years it has come into disfavor in some quarters, and many
parents have forbidden their daughters to engage in it. Like bicycling
in the past, and football with the boys, basketball has suffered "a
black eye" because of the way it has been played, not because of the
game itself.

But the Girls' Branch played the game under sound rules, and under the
keen oversight of the instructor engaged by the Board of Education of
Centerport for that purpose. Basketball is the first, or one of the
first vigorous team games to become popular among women and girls in
this country, and under proper supervision will long remain a favorite
pastime.

The rules under which the girls of Central High played the game were
such as brought into basketball the largest number of players allowed.
Whereas there were often in the games on Central High courts only
right forward, left forward, center, right guard and left guard, with
possibly a jumping center--these games being engaged in by the girls
for their own amusement--in the regular practice and when the
representative team played the teams of other schools, the girls on
the field numbered nine upon a side.

Thus conforming with the new rules, Mrs. Case, and the physical
instructors of the other highs of Centerport and the neighboring
cities, made the interest in basketball more general and enabled a
greater number of ambitious girls to gain coveted positions on the
first team.

Suddenly Mrs. Case's whistle stopped the play again. And as the bustle
and activity subsided, two girls' voices rose above all.

"You just see! It's only Hester who gets scolded----"

"It's not so! If she'd play fair----"

"Miss Pendleton and Miss Agnew are discussing something of much
importance--much more important than the game," said the referee,
tartly.

"Well, she said----" began Nellie Agnew, who was usually a very quiet
girl, but who was flushed and angry now as she "looked daggers" at
Lily Pendleton, who was Hester Grimes's chum.

"That will do, Nellie!" exclaimed the instructor. "You girls evidently
have not taken to heart what I have been telling you. The only way to
play this--or any other team game--is to work together and talk as
little as possible. And by no means allow your tempers to become
heated.

"We have formed a new line-up for the fall series of games with East
and West High, and the highs of Keyport and Lumberport. It would be
too bad to change the make-up of the team later; but I want girls on
our champion team, who play the first class teams of other schools,
who know how to keep cool and to keep their mouths shut. Now! don't
let me have to repeat this again to-day at least. Time!"

Hester Grimes turned and gave Nellie Agnew an angry look and then went
on playing. The girls officiating at the lines changed with the actual
players. Later they shifted again, which brought the first team into
the field once more with the ball.

When the practice was over Mrs. Case stopped Hester Grimes before she
could run off the field. She spoke to her in a low voice, so that no
other girl could hear; but she spoke firmly:

"Hester, you are making a bad impression upon the teachers as well as
on the minds of your fellow pupils by your indulgence in bad temper."

"Nobody else calls me down for it but you, Mrs. Case," declared the
big girl, bitterly.

"You are a good scholar--you do not fail at your books," Mrs. Case
continued, quietly. "You do not have occasion in the classroom to
often show your real disposition. Here, in matters of athletics, it is
different. Your deportment does not suit me----"

"It never has, Mrs. Case," exclaimed the red-faced girl. "You have
criticized me ever since you came here to Central High----"

"Stop, Hester! How dare you speak that way to a teacher? I shall
certainly report you to Mr. Sharp if you take my admonition in such a
spirit. I have finished with you. If you do not show improvement in
deportment on the athletic field I shall shut you out of practice
entirely."

The instructor spoke sharply and her face was clouded. She was a very
brisk, decisive woman, and she considered that she had been patient
with Hester Grimes long enough.

Hester was the only daughter of a very wealthy wholesale butcher, and
from her babyhood had been indulged and given her way. She was one of
those girls who fairly "boss" their parents and everybody around their
homes. She had bought the friendliness of some weak girls by her
display and the lavish use of spending money. Perhaps, however, Lily
Pendleton was really the only girl who cared for Hester.

Most of the girls who had been relieved from basketball practice had
run in to change to their street clothing. On the lower floor of the
gymnasium building was the swimming pool, shower baths, and dressing
room, besides the lockers for field materials, the doctor's and
instructor's offices, and the hair-drying room. Above was the
gymnasium proper with all the indoor apparatus allowed by the rules of
the Girls' Branch.

Each girl had her own locker and key, the key to be handed in at the
instructor's office when she left the building. When Hester came into
the long dressing room there was a chatter of voices and laughter.
There was no restriction on talking in here.

Lily met her chum at the door. The former was naturally a pale girl,
rather pretty, but much given to aping fashions and frocks of grown
women.

"I'd like to box that Bobby Hargrew's ears," she said, to her angry
chum. "She was just saying that you'd queer the team again before you
got through. She's always hinting that you lost that last game we
played East High last spring."

"I'll just fix her for that--the mean little thing!" snapped Hester,
and being just in the mood for quarreling she stalked over to where
little Clara Hargrew was talking to a group of friends, among whom
were Nellie Agnew and the Lockwood twins.

"So you're slandering me, as usual, are you, Miss?" demanded Hester,
her face very fiery and her voice very loud.

"Meaning me?" demanded Bobby, shaking her curly head, and grinning
impishly at the bigger girl.

"Who else would I mean, Miss?" pursued Hester.

"I couldn't slander you, Hessie," said the mischief-loving Bobby.

"You are a trouble-maker all the time, Bobby Hargrew----" began the
older girl, but Bobby broke in with:

"If I made anywhere near as much trouble as you do about this
gymnasium, Hessie, I'd talk soft."

"Now, Bobby," cautioned Nellie Agnew, laying a quick hand upon the
smaller girl's arm and drawing her away.

But Hester, quite beside herself, lifted her palm and struck at Bobby.
Perhaps the agile girl dodged; or maybe Nellie deliberately stepped
forward. Anyhow, the stroke intended for Bobby landed full upon
Nellie's cheek. Hester was strong and her hand heavy. The print of her
palm left a white patch for a moment upon the plump cheek of the
doctor's daughter.

"Now you've done it, Hessie!" cried Bobby, angrily. "See what you've
done!"

"I didn't----" began Hester, rather startled by the result of her blow;
but the tears of anger and pain had sprung to Nellie's eyes and for
once the peacemaker showed some spirit.

"It served you just right! You're always interfering," flashed out
Hester.

"You are a bad and cruel girl," said Nellie, sobbing, but more in
anger than pain.

"Bah! you run and tell Mrs. Case now. That will be about your style."

"I shall tell my father," said Nellie, firmly, and turned away that
her enemy might not exult longer in her tears.

"And he's our physician and I guess he'll have something to say about
your actions, Hessie!" cried Bobby Hargrew. "You're not fit to play
with nice girls, anyway."

"And you're one of the 'nice' ones, I suppose, Miss?" scoffed Hester.

"I hope I am. I don't lose my temper and queer my team-mates' play.
And nobody ever caught me doing mean things--and you've been caught
before. If it wasn't for Gee Gee favoring you, you'd have been asked
to leave Central High before now," cried Bobby.

"That's so, too," said one of the twins, quite as angry as Bobby, but
more quietly.

"I should worry!" laughed Hester, loudly and scornfully. "What if I
did leave Central High? You girls are a lot of stuck-up ninnies,
anyway! I hate you all, and I'll get square with you some day--you just
see if I don't!"

It was perhaps an empty threat; yet it was spoken with grim
determination on Hester Grimes's part. And only the future could tell
if she would or would not keep her promise.



CHAPTER II

THE KERNEL IN THE ATHLETIC NUT


The Girls' Branch Athletic League of Central High had been in
existence only a few months. Gymnasium work, folk dancing, rowing and
swimming, walking and some field sports had been carried to a certain
point under the supervision of instructors engaged by Centerport's
Board of Education before the organization of the girls themselves
into an association which, with other school clubs, held competitions
in all these, and other, athletics for trophies and prizes.

Centerport, a lively and wealthy inland city located on the shore of
Lake Luna, boasted three high schools--the East and West Highs, and the
newer and large Central High, which was built in "the Hill" section of
the town, the best residential district, on an eminence overlooking
the lake and flanked on either side and landward, as well, by the
business portions of the city. The finest estates of the Hill district
sloped down to the shore of the lake.

Public interest had long since been aroused in the boys' athletics;
but that in girls' similar development had lagged until the spring
previous to the opening of our story.

In the first volume of this series, entitled "The Girls of Central
High; Or, Rivals for All Honors," was related the organization of the
Girls' Branch, and the early difficulties and struggles of a group of
girl sophomores, most of whom were now on the roster of the basketball
team as named in our first chapter. Laura Belding was the leading
character in that first volume, and her quick-wittedness and loyalty
to the school and to the athletic association really brought about, as
has been intimated, the building of a fine gymnasium for the girls of
Central High and the preparation of the athletic field connected
therewith.

In "The Girls of Central High on Lake Luna; Or, The Crew That Won,"
the second volume of the series, was narrated the summer aquatic
sports of the girls and their boy friends; and in that story the
Lockwood twins, Dora and Dorothy, came to the fore as champion
canoeists among the girls, as well as efficient members of the crew of
the eight-oared shell, which won the prize cup offered by the Luna
Boat Club to the champion shell rowed by high school girls.

Lake Luna was a beautiful body of water, all of twenty miles in
length, with Rocky River flowing into it from the west at Lumberport,
and Rolling River carrying off her overflow at the east end of the
lake, where stood the third of the trio of towns--Keyport. Both
Lumberport and Keyport had a well conducted high school, and the girls
in both were organized for athletics as were the three chief schools
of Centerport.

South of Centerport was a range of low hills, through which the two
railroads which tapped the territory wound their way through deep cuts
and tunnels. In the middle of the lake was Cavern Island, a very
popular amusement park at one end, but at its eastern end wild and
rocky enough. The northern shore of the lake was skirted by farms and
deep woods, with a goodly mountain range in the distance.

The girls who had been in the first class at basketball practice began
to troop out of the gymnasium in their street apparel. Chetwood
Belding and his chum, Lance Darby, were waiting for Laura and Jess
Morse. With them was a gangling, goose-necked youth, dressed several
degrees beyond the height of fashion. This was Prettyman Sweet, the
acknowledged "glass of fashion and mould of form" among the boys of
Central High.

"Hullo! here's Pretty!" cried Bobby Hargrew, dancing out behind Laura
and Jess. "You're never waiting to beau _me_ home, are you, Mr.
Sweet?"

"I--oh--ah----" stammered Purt, in much confusion. "It weally would give
me pleasure, Miss Bobby; but I weally have a pwior engagement--ah!"

Just then Hester and Lily came out of the door. Bobby dodged Hester in
mock alarm. Lily stopped in the shelter of the doorway to powder her
nose, holding up a tiny mirror that she might do it effectively, and
then dropping both mirror and "powder rag" into the little "vanity
case" she wore pendant from her belt.

Purt Sweet approached Miss Pendleton with a mixture of diffidence and
dancing school deportment that made Bobby shriek with laughter.

"Oh, joy!" whispered the latter to Nellie, who appeared next with the
Lockwood twins. "Purt has found a shrine before which to lay his
heart's devotion. D'ye see _that_?" pointing derisively to Lily and
young Sweet turning the first corner.

Hester was strolling away by herself. Nellie said, quickly:

"Let's not go _this_ way. I don't want to meet that girl again
to-night."

"Much obliged to you, Nell, for taking my slapping. But Hester never
really meant to hit me, after all. You got in the way, you know."

"You'd better behave," said one of the twins admonishingly. "You made
this trouble, Bobby."

"There you go!" cried Bobby, with apparent tears. "Nobody loves me;
Hester tried to slap me, and Pretty Sweet wouldn't even walk with me.
Oh, and say!" she added, with increased hilarity, "what do you suppose
the boys are telling about Pretty now?"

"Couldn't say," said Dora Lockwood. "Something ridiculous, I venture
to believe."

"It's _funny_," giggled Bobby. "You see, Purt thinks he's really
getting whiskers."

"No!" exclaimed Dorothy.

"Sure. You watch him next time you have a chance. He's always feeling
to see if his side-tapes have sprouted. He _has_ got a little yellow
fuzz on his upper lip--honest!

"Well, Purt went into Jimmy Fabro's shop the other day--you know, that
hair-cutting place right behind Mr. Betting's store, on the side
street? Well, Purt went in and took a chair. Jimmy was alone.

"'What you want--hair cut again this week, Pretty?' asked Jimmy.

"'No--o,' says Purt. 'Sh--sh--shave.'

"Jimmy grunted, dropped back the chair, muffled Purt up in the towels,
and then squinted up and down his victim's cheeks. Finally he mumbled
something about being 'right back' and ran into Mr. Belding's and came
back with a watchmaker's glass stuck in his eye. Then he squinted up
and down Purt's face some more and finally mixed a big mug of
lather--and lathered Purt's eyebrows!"

"Oh! what for?" demanded Dora Lockwood.

"That's what Purt asked him," giggled Bobby. "Jimmy said in his gruff
way:

"'I'm hanged if I can see hair anywhere else on your face, Pretty. You
want your eyebrows shaved off, don't ye, Pretty?' So, Chet says,
Purt's been trying to shave himself since then in a piece of broken
mirror out in the wood shed, and with a jack-knife."

Although Nellie Agnew laughed, too, at Bobby's story, she was in no
jolly mood when she parted from the other girls and entered Dr.
Agnew's premises.

The doctor, Nellie's father, was a broadly educated physician--one of
the small class of present day medical men who, like the "family
doctor" of a past generation, claimed no "specialty" and treated
everything from mumps to a broken leg. He was a rather full-bodied
man, with a pink, wrinkled face, cleanly shaven every morning of his
life; black hair with silver threads in it and worn long;
old-fashioned detachable cuffs to his shirts, and a black string tie
that went around his collar twice, the ends of which usually fluttered
in the breeze.

There had long since been established between the good doctor and his
daughter a confidential relation very beautiful to behold. Mrs. Agnew
was a very lovely woman, rather stylish in dress, and much given to
church and club work. Perhaps that is why Dr. Agnew had made such a
comrade of Nellie. She might, otherwise, have lacked any personal
guide at a time in her life when she most needed it.

It was no new thing, therefore, that Nellie should follow the doctor
into the office that evening after dinner, and perch on the broad arm
of his desk chair while he lit the homely pipe that he indulged in
once a day--usually before the rush of evening patients.

When Nellie had told her father all about the unpleasant quarrel at
the gymnasium the doctor smoked thoughtfully for several minutes. Then
he said, in his clear, quiet voice--the calm quality of which Nellie
had herself inherited:

"Do you know what seems to me to be the kernel in the nut of these
school athletics, Nell?"

"What is it, Daddy Doctor?"

"Loyalty. That's the kernel--loyalty. If your athletics and games don't
teach you that, you might as well give 'em up--all of you girls. The
feminine sex is not naturally loyal; now, don't get mad!" and the
doctor chuckled. "It is not a natural virtue--if _any_ virtue is
humanly natural--of the sex. It's only the impulsive, spitfire girls
who are naturally loyal--the kind who will fight for another girl.
Among boys it is different. Now, I am not praising boys, or putting
them an iota higher than girls. Only, long generations of working and
fighting together has made the normal male loyal to his kind. It is an
instinct--and even our friends who call themselves suffragettes have
still to acquire it.

"But this isn't to be a lecture, Nell. It's just a piece of advice.
Show yourself loyal to the other girls of Central High, and to the
betterment of basketball and the other athletics, by----"

"By what?" cried Nellie.

"By paying no attention to Hester Grimes, or what she does. After all,
her shame, if she is removed from your basketball team, is the shame
of her whole class, and of the school as well. Ignore her mean ways if
you can. Don't get in the way of her hand again, Nell," and his eyes
twinkled. "Remember, that blow was not intended for you, in the first
place. And I am not sure that Clara Hargrew would not sometimes be the
better for the application of somebody's hand--in the old-fashioned
way! No, Nell. Say nothing. Make no report of the affair. If Hester is
disloyal, don't you be. Keep out of her way as much as possible----"

"But she spoiled our games with the other schools last spring, and she
will do so again," complained Nellie.

"Then let Mrs. Case, or somebody else, be the one to set the matter in
motion of removing Hester from the team. That's my advice, Miss."

"And of course I shall take it, Daddy Doctor," said Nellie slowly.
"But I _did_ think it was a chance for us to get rid of Hester. She is
_such_ a plague."

The doctor's eyes twinkled. "I wonder why it is that we always want to
shift our burdens on other folks' shoulders? Do you suppose either the
East or West Highs would find Hester any more bearable if she attended
them instead of Central?"

The girls of Central High had something of more moment than Hester
Grimes's "tantrums" to think of the next day. Bobby Hargrew came
flying up the path to the doctor's porch long before school time.
Nellie saw her and ran out to see what she wanted.

"What do you s'pose?" cried Bobby.

"Couldn't guess, Chicken-little," laughed Nellie. "Has the sky
fallen?"

"Almost as bad," declared Bobby, twinkling, but immediately becoming
grave. "The gymnasium----"

"Not burned!"

"No, no! But it's been entered. And by some awfully mean person. The
apparatus on the upper floor has been partly destroyed, and the
lockers broken into downstairs and lots of the field materials
spoiled. Oh, it's dreadfully mean, Nellie! They even sawed through the
rungs of the hanging ladders a little way, so that if anybody swung on
them they'd break.

"And with all the harm they did, nobody can tell how they got into the
building, or out again. The watchman sleeps on the premises. You know,
he's not supposed to keep awake all night, for the same man keeps the
field in repair during the day. But my father says that Jackway, the
watchman, must have slept like the dead if he didn't hear the
marauders while they were damaging all that apparatus.

"It's just too mean," concluded Bobby. "There isn't a basketball that
isn't cut to pieces, and the tennis ball boxes were broken open and
the balls all thrown into the swimming pool. Tennis rackets were
slashed, hockey sticks sawed in two, and other dreadful things done.
It shows that whoever did it must have had a grudge against the
athletic association and us girls--must have just _hated_ us!"

"And who hates us?" cried Nellie, the question popping out before she
thought.

Bobby turned rather white, though her eyes shone. She tapped Nellie on
the shoulder with an insistent index finger.

"You and I know who _says_ she hates us," whispered the younger girl.



CHAPTER III

JOHNNY DOYLE


Franklin Sharp, principal of Central High, had something particular to
say that morning at Assembly. At eight-thirty o'clock the gongs rang
in each room and the classes marched to the hall as usual. But there
was an unusual amount of excitement, especially on the girls' side of
the great hall.

The news Bobby Hargrew had brought to Nellie Agnew had spread over the
Hill long before schooltime. Bobby, running from house to house, had
scattered the news like burning brands; and wherever she dropped a
spark a flame of excitement had sprung up and spread.

And how many of the girls had whispered the same thing! What Hester
Grimes had said the previous afternoon had been heard by a dozen
girls; a hundred had learned of it before the gymnasium had cleared
that afternoon; now the whole school--on the girls' side, at least--knew
that Hester had declared her hatred of the girls of Central High
before the damage was done in the gymnasium.

This gossip could not fail to have flown to Principal Sharp's ears. He
was eminently a just man; but he seldom interfered in the girls'
affairs, preferring to let his assistant, Miss Grace G. Carrington
(otherwise "Gee Gee" among the more thoughtless of her pupils) govern
the young ladies. But what the principal said on this occasion seemed
to point to the fact that he had taken cognizance of the wild
supposition and gossip that was going the round of the girl's classes.

"A cruel and expensive trick has been perpetrated by some
irresponsible person with pronounced criminal instincts," declared Mr.
Sharp, seriously. "This is not the outburst of some soul prone to
practical joking, so-called; nor is it the mere impish mischievousness
of a spirit with a grudge against its fellows. The infamous actions of
the person, or persons, in the girls' gymnasium last night show
degeneracy and a monkeyish wickedness that can be condoned in no
particular.

"We can declare with confidence that no pupil of Central High could
have accomplished the wicked work of last night. It would have been
beyond the physical powers of any of our young ladies to have broken
into the building; and we are equally confident that no young
gentleman on our roster is at that early stage of evolution in which
he would consider such work at all amusing.

"Of course, there will be an investigation made--not alone by the
school authorities, but by the police. The matter is too serious to
ignore. The damage done amounts to several hundreds of dollars. And
the mystery of how the culprit or culprits entered the building, with
the doors and windows locked and Jackway asleep in his bed in the
doctor's office, must likewise be explained.

"Meanwhile, young ladies and gentlemen, let no wild romances or
unsubstantiated rumors shake your minds. We none of us know how the
criminal entered the gymnasium, or who he is. Let the matter rest
there until the investigation is completed and the actual wrong-doer
brought to book. I hope I make myself clear? That is all. You are
dismissed to classes."

But, to himself, perhaps the principal said: "Meanwhile I will go out
and stop the water from running down hill!" For the gossip having once
begun to grow, there was no stopping it. Some of the girls had already
begun to look askance at Hester when they passed her. Others
whispered, and wondered, and surmised--and the wonder grew like the
story of the man who ate the three black crows.

Hester, however, did not realize what all this meant. She was still
angry with Nellie, and Bobby, and the others whom she considered had
crossed her the previous afternoon. And especially was she angry with
Mrs. Case, the physical instructor.

"I don't much care if the stuff in the gymnasium _was_ all cut up,"
she declared, to her single confidant, Lily Pendleton.

"Oh, Hester! Don't let them hear you say it!" cried her chum, who had
heard some of the whispers against Hester, but had not dared repeat
them to her chum for fear of an outbreak of the latter's unfortunate
temper.

"What do I care for 'em?" returned Hester, and went off by herself.

Hester Grimes was not entirely happy. She would not admit it in her
own soul, but she was lonely. Even Lily was not always at her beck and
call as she once had been. To tell the truth, Lily Pendleton seemed
suddenly to have "a terrible crush" on Prettyman Sweet.

"And goodness only knows what she sees in that freak to want to walk
with him," muttered Hester, in retrospection.

Lily and Purt were pupils in the same dancing class and just at
present dancing was "all the rage." Hester did not care for
dancing--not even for the folk dancing that Mrs. Case taught the girls
of Central High. She liked more vigorous exercises. She played a sharp
game of tennis, played hockey well, was a good walker and runner, and
liked basketball as well as she liked anything.

"And here these Miss Smarties and Mrs. Case want to put me off the
team," thought Hester Grimes, walking down toward the athletic field
and the gym. building after school that day.

There was little to go to the gym. for just now, with the fixtures cut
up and broken. But Hester felt a curiosity to see the wreck. And there
were other girls from Central High who seemed to feel the same. Some
were ahead of her and some came after. They exclaimed and murmured and
were angry or excited, as the case might be; but Hester mooned about
in silence, and the only soul she spoke to in the building was Bill
Jackway.

The latter looked very much worried. He was a steady, quiet,
red-haired man, with pale blue eyes and a wandering expression of
countenance at most times. But he was a good and careful worker and
kept the athletic field in good shape and the gym. well swept and
dusted.

Jackway had never been married; but his sister had married a man named
Doyle and was now a widow with two children. When Jackway got an hour
or two off from the gym. he went to see his sister, and played with
the baby, Johnny. Johnny, who was a sturdy little fellow of three, had
been brought to-day to see his uncle by his gangling big brother, Rufe
Doyle. Rufe was a second edition of his uncle, Bill Jackway, without
Bill's modicum of sense. A glance at Rufe told the pitiful story. As
his Irish father had said, Rufe was "an innocent." But he loved Baby
Johnny and took great care of him.

"Johnny's growing like a weed, Rufie," said Hester, kindly enough, as
she pinched the little fellow's cheek softly. "You take such good care
of him."

Rufe threw back his head, opened his mouth wide, and roared his
delight at this compliment.

"Yes, ma'am!" he chuckled, when his paroxysm was over. "Johnny ain't
much out of my sight when he's awake. Is he, Uncle Bill?"

"No, Rufus," replied Jackway, sadly.

"I'm pretty smart to take care of Johnny so well--ain't I, Uncle Bill?"
demanded the weak-minded boy again.

"You are smart enough when you want to be, Rufus," muttered Jackway,
evidently in no very social mood.

"You're worried about what happened last night, aren't you?" demanded
Hester, sharply.

"Yes, ma'am; I be," admitted the watchman.

"You needn't be. They'll never blame you," returned Hester, brusquely,
and went out.

She wandered into the park at the foot of Whiffle Street and sat down.
Here Rufus Doyle followed her with Baby Johnny. There had been heavy
rains for the past week--until the day before. The gutters had run full
and the park squad of "white wings" were raking the beaten leaves into
windrows and flushing the sand and debris into the sewers. One basin
cover had been laid back and left an open trap for unwary feet.

Rufus Doyle was trying to coax a gray squirrel near for Johnny to
admire. But Johnny was not particularly interested in bunny. Hester
saw the toddler near the open hatch of the sewer basin one moment; the
next he had disappeared, and it seemed to her as though a faint cry
rang in her ears.

She leaped up from the bench.

"Johnny!" she called.

Rufus was still engaged with the squirrel. Nobody seemed to have
noticed the disappearance of the baby. Hester dashed to the open basin
and peered down into the swirling brown water.



CHAPTER IV

"THERE'S GOOD STUFF IN THAT GIRL"


Again that cry--that weak, bubbling wail from out the darkness of the
sewer basin. Something swirled past Hester's strained vision in the
dervish dance of the debris floating in the murky water. It was a tiny
hand, stretched forth from a skimpy blue-cloth sleeve.

It was Johnny Doyle's hand; but the child's body--the rest of it--was
under water!

The water was not more than six feet below the surface of the ground;
but deep, deep down was the entrance of the big drain that joined the
main sewer taking the street water and sewerage from the whole Hill
section. Johnny was being sucked down into that drain.

The girl, her mind keenly alert to all this, shrieked unintelligible
cries for help--unintelligible to herself, even. She could not have
told afterward a word she said, or what manner of help she demanded;
but she knew the boy was drowning _and that she could swim_!

With her clothing to hold her up a bit Hester believed she could swim
or keep afloat even in that swirling eddy. The appealing little hand
had no more than waved blindly once, than Hester gathered her rather
full skirts about her and jumped, feet first, into the sewer-basin.

That was no pleasant plunge, for, despite her skirts, Hester went down
over her head. But her hands, thrashing about in the water, caught the
baby's dress. She came up with Johnny in her arms, and when she had
shaken the water from her eyes so that she could see, above was the
brown face of one of the street cleaners. He was lowering a bucket on
a rope, and yelling to her.

What he said Hester did not know; but she saw her chance, and placed
little Johnny--now a limp, pale rag of a boy--in the bucket, and the man
drew him up with a yell of satisfaction.

Hester was not frightened for herself. She felt the tug of the eddy at
her feet; but she trod water and kept herself well above the surface
until the man dropped the bucket down again. Then she saw the wild
eyes and pallid, frightened face of Rufus at the opening, too; and a
third anxious countenance. She knew that this belonged to Nellie
Agnew's father.

"Hang on, child!" exclaimed the physician, heartily. "We'll have you
out in a jiffy."

Hester clung to the rope and was glad to be dragged out of the filthy
basin. She sat on the ground, almost breathless, for a moment. Rufe,
with a wild cry, had sprung to Johnny. But the doctor put the
half-witted lad aside and examined the child.

"Bless him! he isn't hurt a mite," declared Dr. Agnew, cheerfully.
"Run, get a taxi, Rufe! Quick, now! I'll take you and Johnny, and Miss
Hester, too, home in it."

Everybody was used to obeying the good doctor's commands, and Rufus
Doyle ran as he was told. Hester was on her feet when the cab
returned, and Dr. Agnew was holding the bedraggled and still
unconscious Johnny in his arms.

"We'll take you home first, Hester," said Dr. Agnew. "You live
nearest."

"No, no!" exclaimed Hester. "Go by the way of Mrs. Doyle's house. The
baby ought to be 'tended to first."

"Why, that's so," admitted the physician, and he looked at her a
little curiously.

Hester whisked into the cab and hid herself from the curious gaze of
the few passers-by who had gathered when the trouble was all over. The
taxi bore them all swiftly to the Doyles' humble domicile. It was on a
street in which electric cabs were not commonly driven, and Rufe was
mighty proud when he descended first into a throng of the idle
children and women of the neighborhood.

Of course, the usual officious neighbor, after one glance at Johnny's
wet figure, had to rush into the house and proclaim that the boy had
been drowned in the lake. But the doctor was right on her heels and
showed Mrs. Doyle in a few moments that Johnny was all right.

With a hot drink, and warm blankets for a few hours, and a good sleep,
the child would be as good as new. But when the doctor came out of the
house he was surprised to find the cab still in waiting and Hester
inside.

"Why didn't you go home at once and change your clothing?" demanded
Dr. Agnew, sharply, as he hopped into the taxi again.

"Is Johnny all right?" asked Hester.

"Of course he is."

"Then I'll go home," sighed Hester. "Oh, I sha'n't get cold, Doctor.
I'm no namby-pamby girl--I hope! And I was afraid the little beggar
would be in a bad way. He must have swallowed a quantity of water."

"He was frightened more than anything else," declared Dr. Agnew,
aloud. But to himself he was thinking: "There's good stuff in that
girl, after all."

For he, too, had heard the whispers that had begun to go the rounds of
the Hill, and knew that Hester Grimes was on trial in the minds of
nearly everybody whom she would meet. Some had already judged and
sentenced her, as well!



CHAPTER V

HESTER AT HOME


If Hester had arrived at the Grimes's house in two cabs instead of one
it would have aroused her mother to little comment; for, for some
years now, her daughter had grown quite beyond her control and Mrs.
Grimes had learned not to comment upon Hester's actions. Yet, oddly
enough, Hester was neither a wild girl nor a silly girl; she was
merely bold, bad tempered, and wilful.

Mrs. Grimes was a large, lymphatic lady, given to loose wrappers until
late in the day, and the enjoyment of unlimited novels. "Comfort above
all" was the good lady's motto. She had suffered much privation and
had worked hard, during Mr. Grimes's beginnings in trade, for Hester's
father had worked up from an apprentice butcher boy in a retail
store--was a "self-made man."

Mr. Grimes was forever talking about how he had made his own way in
the world without the help of any other person; but he was,
nevertheless, purse-proud and arrogant. Hester could not fail to be
somewhat like her father in this. She believed that Money was the
touchstone of all good in the world. But Mrs. Grimes was naturally a
kindly disposed woman, and sometimes her mother's homely virtues
cropped out in Hester--as note her interest in the Doyles. She was
impulsively generous, but expected to find the return change of
gratitude for every kindly dollar she spent.

They had a big and ornate house, in which the servants did about as
they liked for all of Mrs. Grimes's oversight. The latter admitted
that she knew how to do a day's wash as well as any woman--perhaps
would have been far more happy had she been obliged to do such work,
too; but she had no executive ability, and the girls in the kitchen
did well or ill as they listed.

Now that Hester was growing into a young lady, she occasionally went
into the servants' quarters and tried to set things right in imitation
of her father's blustering oversight of his slaughter house--without
Mr. Grimes's thorough knowledge of the work and conditions in hand. So
Hester's interference in domestic affairs usually resulted in a
"blow-up" of all concerned and a scramble for new servants at the
local agencies.

Under these circumstances it may be seen that the girl's home life was
neither happy nor inspiring. The kindly, gentle things of life escaped
Hester Grimes. She unfortunately scorned her mother for her "easy"
habits; she admired her father's bullying ways and his ability to make
money. And she missed the sweetening influence of a well-conducted
home where the inmates are polite and kind to one another.

Hester was abundantly healthy, possessed personal courage to a
degree--as Dr. Agnew had observed--was not naturally unkind, and had
other qualities that, properly trained and moulded, would have made
her a very nice girl indeed. But having no home restraining
influences, the rough corners of Hester Grimes's character had never
been smoothed down.

Her friendship with Lily Pendleton was not like the "chumminess" of
other girls. Lily's mother came of one of the "first families" of
Centerport, and moved in a circle that the Grimeses could never hope
to attain, despite their money. Through her friendship with Lily, who
was in miniature already a "fine lady," Hester obtained a slight hold
upon the fringe of society. But even Lily was lost to her at times.

"Why ain't I seen your friend Lily so much lately?" asked Mrs. Grimes,
languidly, the evening of the day Hester had plunged into the sewer
and rescued little Johnny Doyle.

"Oh, between dancing school and Purt Sweet, Lil has about got her
silly head turned," said Hester, tossing her own head.

"My goodness me!" drawled Mrs. Grimes, "that child doesn't take young
Purt Sweet seriously, does she?"

"Whoever heard of anybody's taking Pretty seriously?" laughed Hester.
"Only Pretty himself believes that he has anything in his head but
mush! Last time Mrs. Pendleton had an evening reception, Purt got an
invite, and went. Something happened to him--he knocked over a vase, or
trod on a lady's dress, or something awkward--and the next afternoon
Lil caught him walking up and down in front of their house, trying to
screw up courage enough to ring the bell.

"'What's the matter, Purt?' asked Lily, going up to him.

"'Oh, Miss Lily!' cries Purt. 'What did your mother say when you told
her I was sorry for having made a fool of myself at the party last
night?'

"'Why,' says Lil, 'she said she didn't notice anything unusual in your
actions.'

"Wasn't _that_ a slap? And now Lil is letting Purt run around with her
and act as if he owned her--just because he's a good dancer."

"My dear!" yawned her mother. "I should think you'd join that dancing
class."

"I'll wait till I'm asked, I hope," muttered Hester. "Everybody
doesn't get to join it. We're not in that set--and we might as well
admit it. And I don't believe we ever will be."

"I'm certainly glad!" complained her mother, rustling the leaves of
her book. "Your father is always pushing me into places where I don't
want to go. He had a deal in business with Colonel Swayne, and he
insisted that I call on Mrs. Kerrick. They're awfully stuck-up folks,
Hess."

"I see Mrs. Kerrick's carriage standing at the Beldings' gate quite
often, just the same," muttered Hester.

"Yes--I know," said her mother. "They make a good deal of Laura. Well,
they didn't make much of me. When I walked into the grounds and
started up the front stoop, a butler, or footman, or something, all
togged up in livery, told me that I must go around to the side door if
I had come to see the cook. And he didn't really seem anxious to take
my card."

"Oh, Mother!" exclaimed Hester.

"You needn't tell your father. I don't blame 'em. They've got their
own friends and we've got ourn. No use pushing out of our class."

"You should have gone in the carriage," complained Hester.

"I don't like that stuffy hack," said her mother. "It smells of--of
liv'ry stables and--and funerals! If your father would set up a
carriage of his own----"

"Or buy an automobile instead of hiring one for us occasionally,"
finished Hester.

For with all his love of display, the wholesale butcher was a thrifty
person.

With Lily so much interested for the time in other matters, Hester
found her only recreation at the athletic field; and for several days
after the mysterious raid upon the girls' gymnasium there was not much
but talk indulged in about the building. Then new basketballs were
procured and the regular practice in that game went on.

In a fortnight would come the first inter-school match of the fall
term--a game between Central High girls and the representative team of
East High of Centerport. In the last match game the East High girls
had won--and many of the girls of Central High believed that the game
went to their competitors because of Hester Grimes's fouling.

There was more talk of this now. Some of the girls did not try to hide
their dislike for Hester. Nellie Agnew did not speak to her at all,
and the latter was inclined to accuse Nellie of being the leader in
this apparent effort to make Hester feel that she was looked upon with
more than suspicion. The mystery of the gymnasium raid overshadowed
the whole school; but the shadow fell heaviest on Hester Grimes.

"She did it!"

"She's just mean enough to do it!"

"She said she hated us!"

"It's just like her--she spoils everything she can't boss!"

She could read these expressions on the lips of her fellow students.
Hester Grimes began to pay for her ill-temper, and the taste of this
medicine was bitter indeed.



CHAPTER VI

THE FIRST GAME


It would have been hard to tell how the suspicion took form among the
girls of Central High that Hester Grimes knew more than she should
regarding the gymnasium mystery. Whether she had spoiled the
paraphernalia herself, or hired somebody to do it for her, was the
point of the discussion carried on wherever any of the
girls--especially those of her own class--met for conference.

Older people scoffed at the idea of a girl having committed the crime.
And, indeed, it was a complete mystery how the marauder got into the
building and out again. Bill Jackway, the watchman, was worried almost
sick over it; he was afraid of losing his job.

Bobby Hargrew was about the only girl in Central High who "lost no
sleep over the affair," as she expressed it. And that wasn't because
she was not keenly interested in the mystery. Indeed, like Nellie, she
had seen at the beginning that suspicion pointed to Hester Grimes. And
perhaps Bobby believed at the bottom of her heart that Hester had
brought about the destruction. Bobby and Hester had forever been at
daggers' points.

Bobby, however, was as full of mischief and fun as ever.

"Oh, girls!" she exclaimed, to a group waiting at the girls' entrance
to the school building one morning. "I've got the greatest joke on Gee
Gee! Listen to it."

"What have you done now, you bad, bad child?" demanded Nellie. "You'll
miss playing goal guard against East High if you don't look out. Miss
Carrington is watching you."

"She's always watching me," complained Bobby. "But this joke can't put
a black mark against _me_, thank goodness!"

"What is it, Bobby?" asked Dorothy Lockwood.

"Don't keep us on tenter-hooks," urged her twin.

"Why, Gee Gee called at Alice Long's yesterday afternoon. You know,
she is bound to make a round of the girls' homes early in the term--she
always does. And Alice Long was able to return to school this fall."

"And I'm glad of that," said Dorothy. "She'll finish her senior year
and graduate."

"Well," chuckled Bobby, "Gee Gee appeared at the house and Tommy,
Short and Long's little brother, met her at the door. Alice wasn't in,
and Gee Gee opened her cardcase. Out fluttered one of those bits of
tissue paper that come between engraved cards--to keep 'em from
smudging, you know. Tommy jumped and picked it up, and says he:

"'Say, Missis! you dropped one of your cigarette papers.' Now, what do
you know about _that_?" cried Bobby, as the other girls went off into
a gale of laughter. "Billy heard him, and it certainly tickled that
boy. Think of Gee Gee's feelings!"

Not alone Bobby, but all the members of the basketball team were doing
their very best in classes so as to have no marks against them before
the game with the East High girls.

Mrs. Case coached them sharply, paying particular attention to Hester.
It was too bad that this robust girl, who was so well able to play the
game, should mar her playing with roughness and actual rudeness to her
fellow-players. And warnings seemed wasted on her.

Hester never received a demerit from Miss Carrington. In class she was
always prepared and there was little to ruffle her temper. The
instructors--aside from Mrs. Case--seldom found any fault with Hester
Grimes.

The game with the crack team of the East High girls was to be played
on the latter's court. The girls of Central High had been beaten there
in the spring; this afternoon they went over--with their friends--with
the hope of returning the spring defeat.

Bobby had been in the audience and led the "rooting" among the girls
for Central High at the former game. Now she had graduated from a mere
basketball "fan" to a very alert and successful goal guard.

This was Eve Sitz's first important game, too; but the Swiss girl was
of a cool and phlegmatic temperament and Laura Belding, as captain,
had no fears for her.

The audience was a large one, and was enthusiastic from the start. The
girls of Central High always attended the boys' games in force and
applauded liberally for their own school team; so Chet Belding and
Lance Darby, with a crowd of strong-lunged Central High boys at their
backs, cheered their girl friends when they came on the field with the
very effective school yell:

  "C-e-n, Central High!
  C-e-n-t-r-a-l, Central High!
  C-e-n-t-r-a-l-h-i-g-h, Central High!
  Ziz-z-z-z----
                  Boom!"

The teams took their places after warming up a little, their physical
instructors acting as coaches, while the physical instructor for West
High School of Centerport was referee. The officials on the lines were
selected from the competing schools.

It was agreed to play two fifteen-minute halves and the ball was put
into play by the referee. The girls of Central High played like
clockwork for the first five minutes and scored a clean goal. Their
friends cheered tumultuously.

When the ball was put into play again there was much excitement.
"Shoot it here, Laura! I'm loose!" shouted Bobby, whose slang was
always typical of the game she was playing.

"Block her! Block her!" cried the captain of the East High team.

Most of the instructions were supposed to be passed by signal; but the
girls would get excited at times and, unless the referee blew her
whistle and stopped the play, pandemonium _did_ reign on the court
once in a while. Suddenly the ball chanced to be snapped to Hester's
side of the court. Her opponent got it, and almost instantly the
referee's whistle blew.

"That Central High girl at forward center is over-guarding."

"No, I'm not!" snapped Hester.

The lady who acted as referee was a bit hot-tempered herself, perhaps.
At least, this flat contradiction brought a most unexpected retort
from her lips:

"Central High Captain!"

"Yes, ma'am?" gasped Laura Belding.

"Take out your forward center and put in a substitute for this half."

"But, Miss Lawrence!" cried Laura, aghast.

"You are delaying play, Miss Belding," said the referee, sharply.

Laura looked at Hester with commiseration; but she did not have to
speak. The culprit, with a red and angry visage, was already crossing
the court toward the dressing rooms. Laura put in Roberta Fish, and
play went on.

But the Central High team was rattled. East High got two goals--one
from a foul--and so stood in the lead at the end of the half. The
visiting team did not work so well together with the substitute
player, and the captain of East High, seeing this fact, crowded the
play to Roberta Fish's side.

"My goodness!" whispered Bobby Hargrew, as they ran off the field at
the end of the half. "I hope that's taught Hester a lesson. And this
is once when we need Hester Grimes badly."

"I should say we did," panted Laura.

"We've got to play up some to win back that point we lost, let alone
beating them," cried Jess Morse.

Nellie Agnew was the first to enter the dressing room assigned to the
Central High girls. She looked around the empty room and gasped.

"What's the matter, Nell?" cried Bobby, crowding in.

"Where is she?" demanded the doctor's daughter.

"Hessie has lit out!" shouted Bobby, turning back to the captain and
her team-mates.

"She's got mad and gone home!" declared Jess Morse. "Her hat and coat
are gone."

"_Now_ what will we do?" cried Dorothy Lockwood.

And the question was echoed from all sides. For without Hester it did
not seem possible that the Central High team could hold its own with
its opponents.



CHAPTER VII

THE SECOND HALF


The dressing room buzzed like an angry beehive for a minute. It was
Laura Belding, captain of the team, who finally said:

"Hester surely can't have deserted us in this way. She knows that
Roberta is not even familiar with our secret signals."

"She's gone, just the same," said her chum, Jess. "That's how mean
Hester Grimes is."

"Well, I declare! I don't know that I blame her," cried Lily
Pendleton.

"You don't blame her?" repeated Nellie. "I don't believe you'd blame
Hester no matter what she did."

"She hasn't done anything," returned Lily, sullenly.

"How about the gym. business----"

Bobby Hargrew began it, but Laura shut her off by a prompt palm laid
across her mouth.

"You be still, Bobby!" commanded Nellie Agnew.

"You're all just as unfair to Hessie as you can be," said Lily with
some spirit. "And now this woman from West High had to pick on her----"

"Don't talk so foolishly, Lil," said Dora Lockwood. "You know very
well that Hester has been warned dozens of times not to talk back to
the referee. Mrs. Case warns her almost every practice game about
something. And now she has got taken up short. If it wasn't for what
it means to us all in this particular game, I wouldn't care if she
never played with us."

"Me, too!" cried Jess, in applause. "Hester is always cutting some
mean caper that makes trouble for other folk."

"We can't possibly win this game without her!" wailed Dorothy.

"I'll do my very best, girls," said Roberta Fish, the substitute
player at forward center.

"Of course you will, Roberta," said Laura, warmly. "But we can't teach
you all our moves in these few moments--Ah! here is Mrs. Case."

Their friend and teacher came in briskly.

"What's all this? what's all this?" she cried. "Where is Hester?"

"She took her hat and coat and ran out before we came in, Mrs. Case,"
explained Laura.

"Not deserted you?" cried the instructor.

"Yes, ma'am."

"But that is a most unsportsmanlike thing to do!" exclaimed the
instructor, feeling the desertion keenly. That one of her girls should
act so cut Mrs. Case to the heart. She took great pride in the girls
of Central High as a body, and Hester's desertion was bad for
discipline.

"You must do the best you can, Laura, with the substitute," she said,
at last, and speaking seriously. "I will inform Miss Lawrence that you
will put in Roberta for the second half, too. Nothing need be said
about Hester's defection."

"I am afraid we can't win with me in Hessie's place," wailed Roberta.

"You're going to do your very best, Roberta," said Mrs. Case, calmly.
"You always do. All of you put your minds to the task. Your opponents
are only one point ahead of you. The first five-minutes' play in the
first half was as pretty team work on your part as I ever saw."

"But we can't use our secret signals," said Laura.

"Play your very best. Do not put Roberta into bad pinches----"

"But the captain of the East High team sees our weak point, and forces
the play that way," complained Jess Morse.

"Of course she does. And you would do the same were you in her place,"
said Mrs. Case, with a smile. "But above all, if you can't win
gracefully, _do_ lose gracefully! Be sportsmanlike. Cheer the winners.
Now, the whistle will sound in a moment," and the instructor hurried
away to speak to the referee.

"Oh, dear me!" groaned Roberta. "My heart's in my mouth."

"Then it isn't where Sissy Lowe, one of the freshies, said it was in
physiology class yesterday," chuckled Bobby Hargrew.

"How was that, Bobby?" queried Jess.

"Sissy was asked where the heart was situated--what part of the
body--and she says:

"'Pleathe, Mith Gould, ith in the north thentral part!' Can you beat
those infants?" added Bobby as the girls laughed.

But they were in no mood for laughter when they trotted out upon the
basketball court at the sound of the referee's whistle. They took
their places in silence, and the roars of the Central High boys, with
their prolonged "Ziz--z--z--z----Boom!" did not sound as encouraging as it
had at the beginning of the first half.

Basketball is perhaps the most transparent medium for revealing
certain angles of character in young girls. At first the players
seldom have anything more than a vague idea of the proper manner of
throwing a ball, or the direction in which it is to be thrown.

The old joke about a woman throwing a stone at a hen and breaking the
pane of glass behind her, will soon become a tasteless morsel under
the tongue of the humorist. Girls in our great public schools are
learning how to throw. And basketball is one of the greatest helps to
this end. The woman of the coming generation is going to have
developed the same arm and shoulder muscles that man displays, and
will be able to throw a stone and hit the hen, if necessary!

The girl beginner at basketball usually has little idea of direction
in throwing the ball; nor, indeed, does she seem to distinguish fairly
at first between her opponents and her team mates. Her only idea is to
try to propel the ball in the general direction of the goal, the
thought that by passing it from one to another of her team mates she
will much more likely see it land safely in the basket never seemingly
entering her mind.

But once a girl has learned to observe and understand the position and
function of team mates and opponents, to consider the chances of the
game in relation to the score, and, bearing these things in mind, can
form a judgment as to her most advantageous play, and act quickly on
it--when she has learned to repress her hysterical excitement and play
quietly instead of boisterously, what is it she has gained?

It is self-evident that she has won something beside the mere ability
to play basketball. She has learned to control her emotions--to a
degree, at least--through the dictates of her mind. Blind impulse has
been supplanted by intelligence. Indeed, she has gained, without
doubt, a balance of mind and character that will work for good not
only to herself, but to others.

Indeed, it is the following out of the old fact--the uncontrovertible
fact of education--that what one learns at school is not so valuable as
is the fact that he _learns how to learn_. Playing basketball
seriously will help the girl player to control her emotions and her
mind in far higher and more important matters than athletics.

To see these eighteen girls in their places, alert, unhurried,
watchful, and silent, was not alone a pleasing, but an inspiring
sight. Laura and her team mates--even Roberta--waited like veterans for
the referee to throw the ball. Laura and her opposing jumping center
were on the _qui vive_, muscles taut, and scarcely breathing.

Suddenly the ball went up. Laura sprang for it and felt her palms
against the big ball. Instantly she passed it to Jess Morse and within
the next few seconds the ball was in play all over the back
field--mostly in the hands of Central High girls.

They played hard; but nobody--not even Roberta--played badly. The East
High girls were strong opponents, and more than once it looked as
though the ball would be carried by them into a goal. However, on each
occasion, some brilliant play by a Central High girl brought it back
toward their basket and finally, after six and a half minutes, the
visiting team made a goal.

The Central High girls were one point ahead.

The ball went in at center again and there was a quick interchange of
plays between the teams. Suddenly, while the ball was flying through
the air toward East High's basket, the referee's whistle sounded.

"Foul!" she declared, just as the ball popped into the basket.

A murmur rose from the East High team. Madeline Spink, the captain,
said quietly:

"But the goal counts for us, does it not, Miss Lawrence?"

"It counts as a goal from a foul," replied the referee, "which means
that it is no goal at all, and the ball is in play."

The East High girls were more than a little disturbed by the decision.
It was a nice point; for on occasion a goal thrown from the foul line
counts one. It broke up, for the minute, the better play of the East
High team, and the instant the Central High girls got the ball they
rushed it for a goal.

There was great excitement at this point in the game. If Central High
won two clean points it would hardly be possible for East High to
recover and gain the lead once more. Laura signalled her players from
time to time; but she was hampered whenever the ball came near
Roberta, or the time was ripe for a massed play. The substitute did
not know all the secret signals.

Had Hester Grimes only been in her place! Her absence crowded the
Central High team slowly to the wall. In the very moment of success,
when a clean goal was about to be made, they failed and their
opponents got the ball. Again it was passed from hand to hand. One
girl bounced the ball and a foul was called. Again the Central Highs
rushed it, and from the foul line made another goal.

Two points ahead, and the boys in the audience cheered madly. No
harder fought battle had ever been played upon that court.

"Shoot it over, Jess!" roared Chet, at one point, rising and waving to
his particular girl friend, madly. "Look out! they'll get you!"

"Look out, Laura! don't let 'em get you----Aw! that's too bad," grumbled
Lance Darby, quite as interested in the work of Chet's sister on the
court.

"Hi! no fair pulling! Say! where's the referee's eyes?" demanded Chet,
the next moment, in disgust.

"Behind her glasses," said his chum. "I never did believe four eyes
were as good as two."

The ball came back to center again and there was little delay before
it was put in play. Only three minutes remained. The eighteen girls
were as eager as they could be. Madeline Spink and her team mates were
determined to tie the score at least. A clean goal would do it.

They rushed the play and carried the ball into Roberta's country.
Roberta never had a chance! In a moment the ball was hurtling toward
the proper East High girl, and no guarding could save it.

A cheer from the audience--those interested in the East High
girls--announced another clean goal. The score was tied and two minutes
to play!

"Do not delay the game, young ladies!" warned the referee.

They were in position again and the ball was thrown up. No fumbles
now. Every girl was playing for all that there was in her! A single
point would decide the rivalry of the two schools at the beginning of
the playing season. To lead off with this first game would encourage
either team immeasurably.

East High led off first; but quickly Laura and her team mates got the
ball again and pushed it toward the basket. There was no rough play.
The umpires, as well as the referee, watched sharply. It was a sturdy,
vigorous, but fair game. This was a time when Hester's hot temper
might have brought the team disgrace; and for a moment Laura was,
after all, glad that the delinquent had gone home.

Then, suddenly, from full field and a fair position, the ball rose and
flew directly for the basket. While in mid-air the whistle was blown.
Time was called and the game was ended.



CHAPTER VIII

THE ROUND ROBIN


The spectators, as well as the players, held their breath and watched
the flying ball. Although the whistle had blown, the goal--if the ball
settled into the basket--would count for the visiting team. This one
unfinished play would give the girls of Central High two clear points
in the lead if all went well.

The course of the flying ball was watched by all eyes, therefore. Chet
Belding and his mates began their chant, believing that the ball was
sure to go true to the basket.

But they began too soon. The ball hit the ring of the basket, hovered
a moment over it, and then fell back and rolled into the court! Chet's
chant of praise changed to a groan. The game was over--and it was a
tie.

Disappointed as the girls of Central High were, they cheered their
opponents nobly, and the East High girls cheered them. The audience
had to admit that the game had been keenly fought and--after Hester was
put out of it--as cleanly as a basketball game had ever been played on
those grounds.

Miss Lawrence, the referee, came to the Central High girls' dressing
room and complimented Laura and her team on their playing.

"I was sorry to put off your forward center, Miss Belding, in the
first half. If you had brought her into the field in the second half
your team, without doubt, would have won," said the referee. "That
girl is a splendid player, but she needs to learn to control her
temper."

"That's always the way!" cried Nellie Agnew, when the West High
instructor was gone. "Hester spoils everything."

"She crabs every game we play," growled Bobby, both sullen and slangy.

"She ought to be put off the team for good," said one of the twins.

"That's so," chimed in her sister.

"We'll never win this season if Hessie is included in this team,"
declared Jess Morse.

Even Lily Pendleton could find nothing to say now in favor of her
chum. She hurried away from the others girls, and the seven remaining
seriously discussed the situation. It was Nellie, despite her promise
to her father, who came out boldly and said:

"Let's put her off the team altogether."

"We can't do it," objected Laura.

"Ask Mrs. Case to do it, then," said Jess.

"But who'll ask her? Hester will be awfully mad," said Eve Sitz.

"I wouldn't want to be the one to do the asking," admitted the bold
Bobby.

The seven regular members of the basketball team were alone now.
Dorothy Lockwood said:

"I wouldn't want to be the one to sign a petition. But that is what we
ought to do--sign a petition to Mrs. Case asking her to remove Hester."

"What do you say, Mother Wit?" demanded Jess Morse of Laura.

"I vote for the petition," said Laura, gravely.

"And who'll sign it?" cried Dorothy.

"All of us."

"Not me first!" declared Dora.

"We'll make it a 'round robin,'" said Laura, smiling. "All seven of us
will sign in a circle, but nobody need take the lead in making the
request. If we are all agreed Jess can write the petition to Mrs.
Case."

"I'll do it!" declared Jess Morse.

With some corrections from her chum, Josephine finally prepared and
presented for their signatures the petition, and having read it the
girls, one after the other, signed her name in the manner Mother Wit
had suggested. The petition and Round Robin was as follows:

"We, the undersigned members of Basketball Team No. 1, of Central
High, Girls' Branch Athletic League, after due and ample discussion of
the facts, conclude that the retention of Hester Grimes as a member of
the said team is a detriment thereto, and that her membership will, in
the future, as in the past, cause the team to lose games in the Trophy
Series of Inter-School Games. We therefore ask that the aforesaid
Hester Grimes be removed from the team and that some other player be
nominated in her stead."

[Illustration: Josephine Morse, C. Hargrew, Dora Lockwood, Eve Sitz,
Nellie Agnew, Laura Belding, Dorothy Lockwood]

In signing the paper in this fashion no one girl could be accused of
leading in the demand for Hester's removal. Lily had gone, so that
nobody would tell Hester just what each girl said, or who signed
first. That Nellie Agnew had taken the lead in this petition against
her schoolmate the doctor's daughter herself knew, if nobody else did.
She felt a little conscience-stricken over it, too, for she had told
Daddy Doctor that she would be guided by his advice in the matter of
Hester Grimes.

And after supper that night her father said something that made Nellie
feel more than ever condemned.

"Do you know, Nell," he said, thoughtfully, pulling on his old black
pipe as she perched as usual on the broad arm of his chair. "Do you
know there is good stuff in that girl Hester?"

"In Hester Grimes?" asked Nellie, rather flutteringly.

"Yes. In Hester Grimes. I guess you didn't hear about it. And it
slipped my mind. But when I was over to see little Johnny Doyle again
to-day I found Hester there and the Doyles think she's about
right--especially Rufus."

"Rufus isn't just right in his mind--is he?" asked Nellie, her eyes
twinkling a little.

"I don't know. In some things Rufe is 'way above the average,"
chuckled her father. "He is cunning enough, sure enough! But to get
back to Hester. I never told you how she jumped into the sewer-basin
and saved Johnny's life?"

"No! Never!" gasped Nellie.

The physician told her the incident in full. He told her further that
Hester had done a deal, off and on, for the Widow Doyle and her
children.

"Oh, I wish I had known!" cried Nellie, in real contrition.

"What for?" demanded the doctor.

But she would not tell him. She knew that the petition had been mailed
to Mrs. Case that very evening. Her name was on it, and in her own
heart Nellie knew that she had had as much to do with the scheme to
put Hester Grimes off the basketball team as any girl.

"Perhaps, if the girls had known what Hester did for Johnny they
wouldn't have been so bitter against her," thought the doctor's
daughter. "I know _I_ would never have signed that hateful paper. Oh,
dear! why did Daddy Doctor have to find out that there was some good
in Hester, and tell _me_ about it?"



CHAPTER IX

ANOTHER RAID


Hester Grimes, as the doctor said, had appeared late that afternoon at
the Doyles' little tenement. She had gone there from the basketball
game instead of going directly home.

To tell the truth, she did not wish to be questioned by her mother,
nor did she want to meet Lily. If she had felt hatred against her
mates in Central High before, that feeling in her heart was now
doubled!

For, as all anger is illogical (indignation may not be) Hester turned
upon the girls and blamed them for the referee's decision. Because
Miss Lawrence had put her out of the game Hester would have been glad
to know that her team mates had gone to pieces and been defeated.

She had managed to recover outwardly from her disappointment and
anger, however, when she arrived at the domicile of her humble
acquaintances. Mrs. Doyle knitted jackets, and Hester had ordered one
for her mother.

"Ma is always lolling around and complaining of feeling draughts,"
said Hester. "So I'll give her one of these 'snuggers' to keep her
shoulders warm. She's always snuffing with a cold when it comes fall
and the furnace fire is not lit."

"Lots o' folks are having colds just now," complained Mrs. Doyle.
"Johnny's snuffling with one."

"Oh, he'll be all right--won't he, Rufie?" said Hester, chucking the
baby under his plump little chin, but speaking to his faithful nurse.

"In course he will, Miss Hester," cried Rufus, and then opened his
mouth for a roar of laughter, that made even the feverish Johnny crow.

"Rufus never gets tired of minding Johnny," said the widow, proudly.
"But he does miss his Uncle Bill."

Rufe's face clouded over. "He ain't never home no more," he said,
complainingly.

"But you can go over to see him at the gymnasium," said Hester.

"Not no more he can't, Miss," said the widow. "Rufus used to go over
to see Uncle Bill evenings; but Uncle Bill can't have him there no
more."

"Why not?" asked Hester, quickly; and yet she flushed and turned her
own gaze away and looked out of the window.

"Bill's had some trouble there. He's afraid the Board of Education
would object. Somebody got into the building----"

"I heard about it," said Hester, quickly.

"Wisht Uncle Bill had another job," grumbled Rufus.

"Rufie's real bright about some things," whispered his mother. "And
sharp ain't no name for it! He is pretty cute. You can't say much
before him that he don't remember, and repeat."

"Wisht that old gymnasium building would burn up; then Uncle Bill
could come home," muttered Rufe.

Mrs. Doyle went to see to her fire. Hester beckoned the boy to the
window and whispered to him. Gradually Rufe's face lit up with one of
his flashes of cunning. Money passed from the girl's hand to that of
the half-witted youth.

Just then Dr. Agnew appeared and Hester took her departure.

On the following morning Franklin Sharp, the principal of Central
High, called a conference of his teachers at the first opportunity. He
was very grave indeed when he told them that another raid had been
made upon the girls' gymnasium.

"Not so much damage is reported as was done before. But, then, the
paraphernalia before destroyed was not all removed. But this time the
scoundrel--or scoundrels--tried arson.

"A fire was built in a closet on the upper floor. Bill Jackway smelled
smoke and got up to see what it was. He found no trace of the
firebug--can discover no way in which he got out----"

"But how did he get in?" asked one of the teachers.

"That is plain. It had rained early in the evening. Footprints are
still visible leading across a soft piece of ground from the east
fence to a window. The window was open, although Bill swears it was
shut and locked when he went to bed at ten o'clock. That is how the
marauder entered the building. How he got out is a mystery," declared
the principal.

"It is a very dreadful thing," complained Miss Carrington. "I do not
see what we can do about it."

"We must do something," said Miss Gould, with vigor.

"Suppose you suggest a course of procedure, Miss Gould?" said the
principal, his eyes twinkling.

"I think it would be well," said Miss Gould, "to sift every rumor and
story regarding this matter. There is much gossip among the girls. I
have heard of a threat that one girl made in the gymnasium----"

"That is quite ridiculous, Miss Gould!" cried Miss Carrington, with
some heat. "You have been listening to a base slander against one of
my very best pupils."

"You mean this Hester Grimes, Henry Grimes's daughter?" said the
principal, sternly.

"That is the girl," admitted Miss Gould. "I know little about her----"

"And I know a good deal," interposed Mrs. Case, grimly. "Miss
Carrington finds her good at her books, and her deportment is always
fair in classes. I find her the hardest girl to manage in all the
school. She has a bad temper and she has never been taught to control
it. It has gone so far that I fear I shall have to shut her out of
some of the athletics," and she related all that had happened at the
basketball game with the East High girls the afternoon before.

"I do not approve of these contests," said Miss Carrington, primly.
"They are sure to cause quarreling."

"If they do, then there is something the matter with the girls,"
declared Mr. Sharp, briskly.

"And I have received this request from the girls of the team--seven of
them--this morning," continued Mrs. Case, producing the "round robin."
"The only girls beside Hester who did not sign it is a girl who always
chums with her--the only really close friend Hester has to my knowledge
in the school.

"Now, I should like very much to be instructed what to do about this?
The girls are perfectly in the right. Hester is not dependable on the
team. There should be another girl in her place----"

"Oh, but it is quite unfair!" cried Miss Carrington. "And remember her
father is quite an important man. There will be trouble if Hester is
put down in these tiresome athletics; or if this story that is going
about is repeated to Mr. Grimes I can't imagine what he _would_ do."

"Mr. Grimes does not run the Board of Education, nor does he control
_our_ actions," declared Mr. Sharp. "We must take cognizance of these
matters at once. I believe you should remove Hester from the team, as
requested, Mrs. Case. You have ample reason for so doing. And this
matter of the attempt to burn the gymnasium must be investigated
fully."

"But no girl could do these things in the gymnasium," cried Miss
Carrington, with considerable asperity.

"But she could get somebody else to do them--especially a girl who is
allowed as much spending money as Hester Grimes," said the principal.
"I can imagine no sane person committing such a crime. It is wilful
and malicious mischief, and could only be inspired by hatred, or--an
unbalanced mind. That is my opinion."



CHAPTER X

MOTHER WIT AND THE GRAY MARE


For some reason, that lively young "female Mercury," as Jess Morse
sometimes dubbed her, Bobby Hargrew, did not hear of this new raid
upon the girls' gym. early that morning; so, like the other pupils of
Central High, she could not visit the athletic building until after
school. She went then with Nellie and Laura and Jess, and the
quartette were almost the first girls to enter the building that day.

"It's a dreadful thing," said Laura, in discussing the affair.

The girls were all noticeably grave about the matter this time. There
was little excitement, or talk of "how horrid it was" and all that.
There was a gravity in their manner which showed that the girls of
Central High were quite aware that the case was serious in the
extreme.

One of their number was accused of being the instigator of these raids
on the gymnasium. True, or false, it was an accusation that could not
be lightly overlooked. Laura Belding was particularly grave; and
Nellie Agnew had cried about it.

The four friends went out into the field and examined the footprints
in the earth.

"Those were never Hessie's 'feetprints,' for, big as her feet are, she
never wears boots like _those_!" giggled Bobby.

"He was a shuffler--that fellow," said Jess. "See how blurred the marks
are at the heel?"

"And he shuffled right up to this window--And how do you suppose he
opened it, if, as Mr. Jackway says, it was locked on the inside?"

"Mystery!" said Bobby.

"Give it up," added Jess. "What do you say, Mother Wit?"

"That is the way he opened it," said Laura, softly, looking up from
the foot prints.

"What's that?" cried Jess.

"Why--I hear you talking, but you don't say anything!" laughed Bobby.
"_How_ did he open it?"

"From the inside," said Laura.

"Why, Laura!" gasped Nellie. "You do not distrust Mr. Jackway?"

"Hush! Of course not," cried Jess, in a lower tone.

"No, I do not distrust him," said Laura Belding.

"What do you mean, then, by saying that the fellow opened the window
from the inside?"

"And that's ridiculous, Laura!" cried Jess. "He walked up to the
window from across the field--you can see he did. And there's no mark
showing how he went away. He did not leave by the window. He could not
have been inside when he came from outside----"

"Hold on! Hold on!" warned Bobby. "You're getting dreadfully mixed,
Jess."

"But I don't see what Laura's driving at," declared her chum.

"Why," said Mother Wit, calmly, "the person who made those shoe prints
walked backwards. Don't you see? That is what makes the shuffling mark
at the heel. And see! the step is so uneven in length. He escaped by
the window; he didn't enter by it."

"Well!" cried Nellie Agnew. "That explains without explaining. The
mystery is deeper than ever."

"Why is it?" demanded Jess.

"Don't you see? Before, we thought we knew how the fellow got in. It
seems to be an easier thing to get out of the gym. than into it. But
now Laura knocks that in the head. The mystery is: How did he get in?"

"Oh, don't!" cried Bobby. "It makes my head buzz. And Laura is a
regular lady detective. She's always finding out things that 'it would
be better, far, did we not know!'"

She said this to Nellie Agnew, when they had separated from Laura and
Jess, and were walking toward home.

"Say! do you know how Laura explained that canoe tipping over with
Purt Sweet and Lily Pendleton?" pursued the lively one.

"I didn't know that they had an accident," laughed Nellie. "Those
canoes are awfully ticklish, I know."

"I should say they were! Well, Purt and Lil borrowed Hessie's canoe
and they no more than got started before they went head first into the
water--and Lil, of course, helpless as usual, had to be 'rescued.' The
number of times that girl has been 'rescued' this season is a
caution!"

"I do admire your elegant language," said Nellie, reprovingly. "But
what did Laura say?"

"She explained it all for them. Both Purt and Lil were trying to tell
how such a wonderful thing chanced to happen as an overturn, when
Laura said she could explain it satisfactorily to all hands. She said
that Purt had made a mistake and parted his hair too far on one side,
and that had overbalanced the canoe!"

"Well, they do swamp awfully easy," laughed Nellie. "I guess Laura has
found the right explanation of how the villain left the gym. But there
is one explanation that I would like to have--a much more important
one," concluded Nellie.

"What's that?"

"_Who_ did it?"

"I thought that was pretty well understood," growled Bobby.

"No girl could have climbed over that fence, that's sure!"

"Oh, I grant you that!" cried Bobby. "But she paid to have it done.
There are plenty of tough fellows from down at the 'Four Corners' who
work at the slaughter house. They could be hired to do it."

"Hush, Bobby!" commanded the doctor's daughter. "I feel terribly
condemned. I am afraid we are accusing Hester wrongfully. A girl
couldn't have two such very opposite sides to her character," and she
promptly told her friend what Dr. Agnew had related regarding Hester's
rescue of little Johnny Doyle from the sewer basin.

"Gee! that was some jump, wasn't it?" demanded the admiring Bobby.
Then she shook her head slowly. "Well," she remarked, "nobody ever
said Hester wasn't brave enough. She was brave enough to slap your
face!" and then she giggled.

"I don't care," said Nellie, slowly. "I fear we went too far when we
asked Mrs. Case to take her off the team. And I'm _sure_ it isn't
right for us to accuse her of being the cause of the trouble at the
gym.--without further and better evidence."

"Oh, dear, Nell! you're a great fuss-budget!" cried the effervescent
Bobby. "Are you sure that your Daddy Doctor saw quite straight when he
saw Hester save the kid? You know, he's getting awfully
absent-minded."

Nellie smiled at her, taking Bobby's jokes good naturedly.

"I know father is absent-minded," she admitted. "But not as bad as all
that."

"I don't know," returned Bobby, with apparent seriousness. "The other
day when he put the stethoscope to me before practice, I expected to
see him take the receiver away from his ear and holler 'Hello,
Central!' into it."

"I'll tell him that!" promised Nellie.

"All right. Do your worst," giggled Bobby. "It will be a month old
before he gets around to sound my heart action again, and he will have
forgotten all about it by then."

The Saturday following a crowd of the girls went out to visit Eve
Sitz, and Nellie and Bobby were included in the automobile load that
left the Beldings' house right after luncheon. Saturday mornings Laura
always helped in her father's jewelry store, while Chet was behind the
counter as an extra salesman in the evening; so the Beldings'
chauffeur drove the car to the Sitz farm for the girls.

There were chestnut and hickory woods on, and near, the Sitz farm, and
the girls had in mind a scheme for a big nutting party just as soon as
Otto Sitz--Eve's brother--should pronounce the frost heavy enough to
open the chestnut burrs and send the hickory nuts tumbling to the
ground.

There was always plenty to do to amuse the young folk--especially young
folk from the city--on the Sitz place. This day Otto and the hired men
were husking corn on the barn floor, and Nellie, and Bobby, and Jess
and the Lockwood twins were supplied with "corn pegs" and sat around
the pile, helping to strip the golden and red ears.

Eve had an errand down at the nearest country store, so she put the
old gray mare into the spring cart with her own hands, and Laura rode
with her.

"We had a nice colt from old Peggy last year, and two weeks ago it was
stolen. Otto had just broken her to saddle, and she was a likely
animal," Eve said. "Old Peggy misses her, and whinnies for her all the
time," she added, as the mare raised her head and sent a clarion call
echoing across the hills.

"Hasn't your father tried to find the thief--or the colt?" queried
Laura.

"Yes, indeed. He's over to Keyport to-day to see the detective there."

"But the colt may be outside the county," urged Laura.

"That's so, too. We haven't any idea where Jinks went. That was her
name--Jinksey. She doesn't look much like Old Peggy; but she was worth
a hundred and fifty dollars, if she was worth a cent! More than father
could easily afford to lose. And then--Otto really owned her--or would
have owned her when he came of age. Father had promised Jinks to him."

"It's a shame!" cried Laura, always sympathetic. "And you have no
suspicion as to who could have taken her?"

"No. Down beyond the store--beyond Robinson's Woods, you know--there is
a settlement of people who have a hard name. They rob the gardens and
orchards on the edge of town----"

"Toward Centerport, you mean?"

"Yes."

"The Four Corners' crowd!" cried Laura.

"Yes."

"Oh, that gang are a bad lot. Once Chet and I motored through there
and an ugly fellow named Pocock came out and fired a charge of
bird-shot into a rear tire. He said an auto had been through there the
week before and killed his pig, and he was going to shoot at every
machine he saw. We've never taken that road again."

"That Hebe Pocock is an awfully bad fellow," said Eve, seriously. "He
tried to work for us once, but father wouldn't keep him more than a
day. And he's been mad at us ever since."

"Maybe some of those fellows in that gang stole your Jinksey."

"How are we going to know? Father or Otto wouldn't dare go down there
and look around. And I guess the police are afraid of those fellows,
too."

"Let's drive down past the store," suggested Laura, thoughtfully,
after the old mare had again lifted up her voice.

"Oh, my, Laura! What for?"

"Something might come of it."

"I guess nothing but trouble."

"I've got what Chet and Lance call 'a hunch,'" said Laura, slowly.

"We--ell----here's the store."

"Just a little farther, Eve," said Laura, taking the reins herself,
and clucking to the old mare.

They passed the store on the trot. Around the first bend they came in
sight of the little hollow where the roads crossed, making the
renowned "Four Corners." Coming up the road was a boy on a bay colt.
Instantly the old mare whinnied again, and the colt answered her.

"It's Jinksey!" gasped Eve.

"We're going to get her--if you're sure!" declared Laura.

"Of course I'm sure. I'd know her anywhere--and so would Old Peggy."

The colt snorted again, and the boy riding her tried to pull her out
into a side path, to cut across the fields. Eve stood up and shouted
to him. Laura urged the gray mare on, and she went down the hill at a
tearing pace.



CHAPTER XI

HEBE POCOCK


"Oh, Laura!" gasped Eve. "That boy will never give the colt up."

"Why not? See him?" exclaimed Mother Wit. "He knows he is riding a
stolen horse. There! he's sliding out of the saddle."

The fact was, the colt--still but half broken under the saddle and with
its eyes on its mother--would not move out of its tracks. The boy
jumped off and tried to lead Jinks.

"Get away from that horse, boy!" commanded Laura, bringing the old
mare down to a more moderate pace as they approached the stolen colt.

"I'll tell my brother!" yelled the youngster. "I'll set him on ye!
This critter is his'n."

"And he came by it just as dishonestly as you came by such grammar as
you use," said Laura, laughing, while Eve hopped over the wheel on her
side of the cart and grabbed the reins out of the boy's hands.

"Let that horse alone!" cried the youngster, kicking at Eve with his
bare foot.

But Eve Sitz wasn't afraid of any boy--not even had he been of her own
size and age. Her open palm smacked the youngster's head resoundingly
and he staggered away, bawling:

"Lemme erlone! Hebe! Hebron Pocock! I wantcher!"

Laura was already backing the mare, preparatory to turning about.

"Come on with the colt, Eve!" she cried.

The boy they had unhorsed continued to bawl at the top of his voice.
But for the moment nobody appeared. Eve lengthened the bridle rein for
a leading strap and then essayed to climb into the cart again. The boy
ceased crying and threw a stone. The colt jumped and tried to pull
away, for the stone struck her.

"Whoa, Jinks!" cried Eve. "If I could catch that boy! I'd do more than
box his ears--so I would!"

"Come on, Eve!" called Laura, looking over her shoulder. "Here come
some women from the shanties. They will do something to us beside
calling us names----or throwing stones," as she dodged one that the boy
sent in her direction.

"Whoa, Jinksey!" commanded Eve, again, trying to lead the frightened
colt toward the cart.

"Hebe Pocock! Yi-yi! You're wanted!" yelled the small boy again,
sending down a perfect shower of stones from the bank above them, but
fortunately throwing them wild.

Eve managed to climb up into the cart, still holding the snorting,
pawing colt by the strap.

"Drive on! drive on!" she gasped, looking back at the several
ill-looking and worse dressed women who were running toward them.

"Go on!" urged Laura to the mare, and Old Peggy started back up the
hill, while Eve towed Jinks behind. Suddenly, however, the bushes
parted, and a roughly dressed fellow, with a red handkerchief tied
around his head in lieu of a cap, stepped out into the road. He
carried a gun in the hollow of his arm, the muzzle of which was turned
threateningly toward the cart and the two girls in it. The two barrels
looked as big around as cannon in the eyes of Laura and Evangeline
Sitz!

"Hey, there!" advised the ugly looking fellow. "You ladies better stop
a bit."

"It's Pocock!" whispered Laura.

"I know it," returned Eve, in the same tone.

"That horse you're leadin' belongs to me," said Pocock, with an ugly
scowl.

"You know better, Hebron," exclaimed Eve, bravely. "It belongs to my
father."

"It may look like your father's colt," said Pocock. "But I bought her
of a gypsy, and it ain't the same an--i--mile."

"The old mare knows her," said Laura, quickly, as the colt nuzzled up
to Peggy and the gray mare turned around to look upon the colt with
favorable eye.

"That don't prove nothing," growled Pocock. "Drop that rein."

"No, I won't!" cried Eve. "Even the bridle is father's. I recognize
it."

By this time the women from the shanties had arrived. They were
dreadful looking creatures, and Laura was more afraid of them than she
was of Pocock's shot-gun.

"What's them gals doin' to your brother Mike, Hebe?" demanded one of
the women. "They want slappin', don't they?"

"They want to l'arn to keep their han's off'n my property," growled
Pocock. "Come! let the little horse go."

"No!" cried Eve.

"Yes," cried Pocock, shifting his gun threateningly.

"You bet she will!" cried the woman who had spoken before, and she
started to climb up on Laura's side of the cart.

Laura seized the whip and the woman jumped back.

"Shoot her, Hebe!" she yelled. "She'd a struck me with that thing!"

But Laura had no such intention. She brought the lash of the whip down
upon the mare's flank. With a snort of surprise and pain the old horse
sprang forward and had not Hebe Pocock leaped quickly aside he would
have been run over.

But unfortunately neither Eve nor the colt were prepared for this
sudden move on Laura's part. The colt stood stock-still and Eve lost
her grip on the bridle rein.

"Go it!" yelled Pocock, laughing with delight. "I got the colt!"

He sprang at the head of Jinks. The women were laughing and shrieking.

"That's the time I did it!" gasped Laura, in chagrin, pulling down the
old mare.

And just then the purring of an automobile sounded in their ears and
there rounded the nearest turn in the road a big touring car. It
rolled down toward the cart and the group about the colt, with
diminished speed.

"Oh! we mustn't lose that colt after coming so near getting it away,"
cried Laura.

"But father can go after it with a constable," declared Eve,
doubtfully.

"But Pocock will get it away from here----"

"Why, Laura Belding!" exclaimed a loud, good-natured voice. "What is
the matter here?"

"Mrs. Grimes!" gasped Laura, as the auto stopped. The butcher's wife
and daughter were sitting in the tonneau. Hester looked straight ahead
and did not even glance at her two school-fellows.

"Isn't that young Pocock, that used to work for your father, Hester?"
demanded Mrs. Grimes. "That's a very bad boy. What's he been doing to
you, Laura?"

"He has stolen that little horse from Eve's father," cried Laura. "And
now he won't give it up."

"'Tain't so!" cried Hebe Pocock, loudly. "Don't you believe that gal,
Mis' Grimes. I bought this horse----"

"Hebe," said the butcher's wife, calmly, "you never had money enough
in your life to buy a horse like that--and you never will have. Lead it
up here and let the girl have her father's property. And you women, go
back to your homes--and clean up, for mercy's sake! I never did see
such a shiftless, useless lot as you are at the Four Corners. When I
lived there, we had some decency about us----"

"Oh, Mother!" gasped Hester, grasping the good lady's arm.

"Well, that's where we lived--your father an' me," declared Mrs.
Grimes. "It was near the slaughter houses and handy for him. And let
me tell you, there was respectable folk lived there in them days. Hebe
Pocock! Are you goin' to do what I tell you?"

The fellow came along in a very hang-dog manner and passed the strap
to Eve Sitz.

"'Tain't fair. It's my horse," he growled.

"You know better," said Mrs. Grimes, calmly. "And you expect Mr.
Grimes to find you a good job, do you? You wanted to get to be
watchman, or the like, in town? If I tell Henry about this what chance
do you suppose you'll ever have at _that_ job?"

"Mebbe I'll get it, anyway," grinned Pocock.

"And maybe you won't," said Mrs. Grimes, calmly.

Meanwhile Laura and Eve, after thanking the butcher's wife, drove on.
But Hester never looked at them, or spoke.



CHAPTER XII

"OUT OF IT"


For on that Saturday morning Mrs. Case had called at the Grimes house
and asked to see Hester. The girl came down and, the moment she saw
the physical instructor of Central High, seemed to know what was
afoot.

"So you've come to tell me I'm not on the team any more, I s'pose,
Mrs. Case?" she demanded, tossing her head, her face growing very red.

"I am sorry to tell you that, after your actions at the game with East
High Wednesday afternoon, it has been decided that another girl
nominated to your position on Team Number 1 would probably do better,"
said Mrs. Case, quietly.

"Well!" snapped Hester. "You've been wanting to get me off ever since
last spring----"

"Hester! although we are not at school now, we are discussing school
matters, and I am one of your teachers. Just as long as you attend
Central High you must speak respectfully to and of your instructors,
both in and out of school. Do you wish me to report your language to
Mr. Sharp?"

Hester was sullenly silent for a moment

"For I can assure you," continued Mrs. Case, "that if I were to place
the entire matter before him, including your general deportment at the
gymnasium and on the athletic field, I feel sure your parents would be
requested to remove you from the school. Do you understand that?"

"I don't know that I would be very sorry," muttered the girl.

"You think you would not," said Mrs. Case; "but it is not so. You are
too old to be taken out of one school and put in another because of
your deportment. Wherever you went that fact would follow you. It
would be hard work for you to live down such a reputation, Hester."

"I wish father would send me to a boarding-school, anyway."

"And I doubt if that would help you any. You will not be advised,
Hester. But you will learn yet that I speak the truth when I tell you
that you will be neither happy, nor popular, wherever you go, unless
you control your temper."

"What do I care about those nasty girls on the Hill?" sputtered the
butcher's daughter. "They're a lot of nobodies, if they _are_ so
stuck-up."

"There is not a girl in your class, Hester, who puts on airs over
you--or who attempts to," said Mrs. Case, warmly. "And you know that is
so. Deep in your heart, Hester, you know just where the trouble lies.
Your lack of self-control and your envy are at the root of all your
troubles in school and in athletics."

Hester only pouted; but she made no reply.

"Now I am forced to remove you from this team where--if you would keep
your temper--you could be of much use. You are a good player at
basketball--one of the best in Central High. And we have to deny you
the privilege of playing on the champion team because----"

"Just because the other girls don't want me to play with them!" cried
the girl, angrily.

"And can they be blamed?" demanded the teacher, quite exasperated
herself now. "If you had any loyalty to Central High you would not
have acted as you did."

"I don't care!" flashed out Hester.

At that Mrs. Case arose to go. "You are hopeless," she said,
decisively. "I had it in mind to offer you a chance to win back your
position on the team. But such consideration would be thrown away on
you."

"I don't want to play with the horrid, stuck-up things!" cried Hester,
quite beside herself now with rage and mortification. "I hate them
all. I don't want any of them to be my friends. And as for your old
athletics--I'm going to tell father that they're no good and that I
want to withdraw from the League."

"You may be saved the necessity for that if you haven't a care,
Hester," warned Mrs. Case, taking her departure.

It was because of this visit from the physical instructor, perhaps,
that Hester fairly bullied her father at luncheon time into allowing
her mother and herself to try out an automobile that an agent had
wanted to sell the wholesale butcher for some time. If automobiles had
been uncommon on the Hill Henry Grimes would have had one long before
for his family, for he loved display, just as Hester did. But nearly
every family at their end of Whiffle Street had a car.

However, Mrs. Grimes woke up enough to show interest in the matter,
too, for she really liked riding in a car that ran smoothly and
rapidly over the macadamized roads about Centerport; so she added her
complaint to Hester's and finally the butcher telephoned for the car
to be sent up. But he would not give any time to it himself. Therefore
it was that Hester and her mother appeared on the Hill road just above
the Four Corners in season to extricate Laura Belding and Eve Sitz
from their very uncomfortable session with Hebe Pocock and his crowd.

"We ought to have gone along and left those girls to get out of it as
best they could," snapped Hester, when the car rolled on and Laura and
Eve, with the mare and colt, were out of sight.

"Why, I declare for't!" ejaculated Mrs. Grimes. "You certainly do hate
that Belding girl--and I don't see a living thing the matter with her.
She's smart an' bright--remember how she found my auto veil that you
lost last spring?"

Hester had very good reason for remembering that occasion. She had
always been afraid that Laura would circulate the story connected with
that veil; and because Laura had kept silence Hester hated her all the
more.

And now Hester allowed bitter thoughts against Mother Wit and the
other members of the basketball team to fester in her mind, until she
was actually insanely angry with and jealous of them.

When her mother that evening at dinner told Mr. Grimes about the
actions of Hebron Pocock, who sometimes worked for the butcher at the
slaughtering plant near the Four Corners, Hester tried to smooth the
matter over and suggest that Hebe was "only in fun" and was just
scaring two silly girls.

"Well, I suggested him for watchman at the gymnasium," said Mr.
Grimes. "But he isn't likely to get it. The Board has every confidence
in this Bill Jackway, despite the fact that somebody seems to get into
the gym. and damage things without his knowing how they do it. Bill is
an easy-going fellow. That's why I suggested Hebe Pocock. If Hebe was
on the job, he'd eat a fellow up who tried to monkey around the gym."

Hester was silent thereafter until the subject of conversation was
changed.

The following week she found herself "out of it" with a vengeance. If
Lily Pendleton had been absenting herself from Hester's side more than
usual since the fall term opened, now she was still more away. Lily
did not wish to lose her membership in the basketball team. To be a
member of the champion nine of Central High gave her a certain
prestige that that young lady did not wish to lose.

Besides, Lily was one of the largest girls in the Junior class, was
vigorous physically, and loved the game. So Hester was thrown back
upon her own resources more than ever. And her own company did not
please Miss Hester Grimes.

She could, of course, have found associates among some of the younger
girls, or among those who are always willing to play the courtier to a
girl who spends her money freely. Yet there were few of these latter
at Central High, and not many of the younger girls--the sophs and
freshies--liked Hester well enough to chum with her.

And now that the whispered accusations against the wholesale butcher's
daughter had gone about the school regarding the gymnasium mystery,
many girls looked askance at Hester when she passed by, and some even
ignored her and refused to speak to her.

Ordinarily this would have troubled her but little. She was often "not
on speaking terms" with dozens of girls--especially with those of her
own class. But this was different, and she began to notice it. Girls
who had heretofore nodded to her on the street or in the yard of the
school, at least, walked right by and did not turn their eyes upon
her.

Furthermore, when Hester approached a group of her classmates they
often hushed their animated discussions and broke up the group
quickly. They were speaking of her. She could not imagine what they
said, but her heart burned with anger against them.

Hester kept away from the gym. She told herself she did not care what
happened to the "old place." She hated it. She would not go there and
see another girl practice in her place on the basketball team.

A game with the West High girls was scheduled for Wednesday afternoon.
It was not until after that that her mother learned that she no longer
played on the Central High team. And Mrs. Grimes wanted to know _why_.

"Never you mind!" snapped Hester, who was not above being saucy to her
mother at times. "It doesn't concern you."

"Don't you _want_ to play any more?" insisted Mrs. Grimes.

"No, I don't! Now, that's finished!" cried Hester, and flounced out of
the room.

Her father had agreed to buy the new auto, and she telephoned for the
man at the garage to bring it up. Nobody ever crossed Hester, if he
could help it, and when she said to the man that she wanted to learn
to run the car he supposed that her father was willing.

He did not ask her age, although the Centerport Board of Aldermen had
established a rule that no person under sixteen should be given a
license or be allowed to run a motor car. At any rate, he did not
expect to be requested to let her run the car without his guidance.

But this is exactly what Hester demanded when they were out of town.
It was a warm, smoky fall day. There were brush fires somewhere over
the ridge to the south of Centerport; or else some spark from a
railroad locomotive had set the leaves in the ditches afire. It had
been dry for a week and the woods were like tinder.

They had run far out the road past the entrance to Robinson's Picnic
Grounds, and there Hester demanded to manage the car alone, while the
man sat in back.

"You make me nervous!" she exclaimed. "I'll never learn anything with
you nudging my elbow all the time. There! get along with you."

She really was a very capable girl, and she was not unfamiliar with
motor cars; but the chauffeur doubted.

"I don't believe I can do it, Miss," he said. "I'll sit here----"

Suddenly the car stopped. The engine was still running, but the car
did not move.

"_Now_ what's the matter?" snapped Hester. "Hop out and see, Joseph."

The man did so and immediately she turned the switch again and the
machine darted ahead, leaving the chauffeur in the middle of the road.

"I'll be back after a little!" she called to him, coolly, over her
shoulder, and the next moment rounded a turn safely and shut the
amazed and angry chauffeur out of view.



CHAPTER XIII

THE WIND VEERS


The car purred along so easily and it was such a delight to manage the
wheel without the interference of the chauffeur that Hester did not
note the distance she traveled. Nor was she at first aware of the
speed. Then she suddenly realized that she had shifted the gear to the
highest speed forward, and that a picket fence she passed was merely a
blur along the roadside.

But this was a road on which there were few houses, and most of them
were back in the fields, in the middle of the farms that bordered the
pike.

"This will never do," thought Hester, and she began to manipulate the
levers and finally brought the car to a stop. The roadway was narrow
and she would have to back to turn. But this was one of the very
things she desired to learn how to do; and that officious Joseph was
always fussing when he was beside her.

"How many miles have I come, I wonder?" she asked herself, looking
about.

She was on a ridge of land overlooking a narrow valley. At the end of
the valley the road seemed to dip from the ridge, and it disappeared
in a thick haze of blue smoke.

"The fire must be over that way," she thought. "Shall I run that far
and see what it means? The wind is not blowing toward me."

She started the car once more. The auto rolled on, but she noticed
that it wasn't firing regularly.

"Hullo! Is it going to kick up rusty now and here?" muttered Hester,
and she stopped. Having learned that much, she opened the carburetor
to see if the gasoline was flowing all right. Then she tried a dozen
times to start the car, without success. Suddenly she stood up with a
jerk. In the distance she heard a growing roar--the oncoming rush of a
powerful car.

Fortunately she had stopped on the side of the road. There was room
for another car to pass. And out of the blue smoke ahead it appeared
with startling suddenness, hurled like a missile from a gun directly
up the road toward her.

She knew the car almost instantly. It was the Beldings' auto and it
was crowded with young folk. She knew where they had been. The next
week the girls of Central High had been invited to Keyport to play the
first team at basketball of the High School in that town.

Hester had heard all about the game the day before with the West High
girls. With Roberta Fish in Hester's old position at forward center,
the girls of Central High had swept all before them. They had beaten
their opponents with a good lead. Of course, the West High team was
not as strong as the East High had been; but Roberta had done well and
victory had, for the first time in months, perched upon the banner of
Central High.

A committee had been appointed to go over and see the Keyport
managers, and now it was returning. The big car was driven by Chet
Belding, with Launcelot Darby beside him. Laura, Jess, Bobby, Nellie,
and the Lockwood twins filled the tonneau comfortably.

Hester hoped that the Belding car would wheel right by and that her
school fellows would not notice her. But Chet saw the car stalled, and
Laura's quick eye detected the lone girl standing with her back to
them, looking off across the valley.

"What's the matter with that girl and her car?" demanded Lance, as
Chet slowed down.

"It's Hester. Mr. Grimes has bought a car at last, I understand," said
Laura, leaning over the back of the seat and speaking to the boys. "Is
she in trouble, do you think?"

"I'll bet she is!" exclaimed Lance.

"And out on this road alone. Where's the chauffeur?" said Chet.

"And if the wind should change!" cried Nellie Agnew.

"By Jove, that's so!" ejaculated Chet, bringing his car to a full stop
right beside the stalled auto.

"Hullo, Miss Grimes!" he sang out. "Can we help you? What's the matter
with your car?"

Hester saw it was useless to refuse to see them then. Besides, she did
not want to be stalled there for hours.

"That's what I've been trying to find out," she said, pointedly
speaking to the boy, not to the girls.

"Great machines," drawled Lance. "When you think you know all about
'em they kick up and give you a lot of trouble. Isn't that so, Chet?"

Chet was getting from under the wheel, and grunted. But Laura hopped
out before him, came to Hester's side of the car, and asked:

"Did it stop of itself?"

"No. It wasn't firing regularly. I looked at the carburetor to see if
it was all right. Then I tried to start her and couldn't," said
Hester, ungraciously.

Laura was going over the wiring to see if there were no loose contacts
before Chet came to them. She turned the fly wheel far enough to get
the buzz of the spark coils.

"Go ahead, Sis!" chuckled Chet. "You know so much you'll be taking our
old mill to pieces pretty soon, I reckon."

Hester stood by and bit her lip with vexation. She was almost on the
point of driving Laura away from the car, rather than have her
enemy--for so she considered Mother Wit--help her out of her trouble.
But night was coming on and she did not want to stand there much
longer, if the car could be started.

Laura removed a plug, grounded it on a cylinder and turned the wheel
to a sparking point to note the quality of the spark and the strength
of the battery. Then she ticked the carburetor and opened the small
cock at the bottom.

"You're getting your gloves all messy, Laura!" called Jess from the
other car.

"Hush!" commanded Chet, grinning, and holding up his hand. "Do not
disturb the priestess of automobiling at her devotions. There will be
something 'didding' in a minute--now watch."

But Laura was serious--and interested. She closed the cock and felt
along the gasoline pipe to the valve rod. This seemed to interest her
particularly. In a moment she straightened up and stood back, saying
to Hester:

"You try the engine. Maybe she'll work now."

Hester scrambled into her seat and tried the starter. The engine began
to buzz like a saw-mill.

"Great Scott, Laura!" cried her brother. "What did you do to it?"

"Turned on the gasoline," said his sister, drily. "When Hester looked
at her carburetor she turned it off. No wonder the engine wouldn't
run."

"Thanks," muttered Hester, in a choked tone, while the crowd in the
other auto smothered their laughter, and she prepared to start the car
when Chet should have stepped aside.

"Hold on!" said young Belding. "This isn't any way to be traveling,
Miss Hester."

"Why not?" she snapped at him, for the situation was getting on her
nerves now.

"The wind is likely to change. If it veers around it will drive the
fire directly up this road," said Chet.

"What's burning?" demanded the girl, sharply.

"The whole forest back yonder through the cut. We came through a big
cloud of smoke."

"If you got through I guess I can," Hester said, ungratefully, and the
next moment started her car, which rolled swiftly away along the
turnpike.

The fact was, she did not want to try to turn the machine while they
were watching her. She knew she should be awkward about it. And Laura
Belding had displayed her superiority over her once already--and that
was enough!

The big car purred again joyously, and the roadway slipped behind like
a ribbon running over a spool. In half a minute Hester and her car had
dipped into the valley and were running through the cut between the
hills. The Belding car was out of sight.

But suddenly she became aware that the smoke was thick here. This deep
cut was filled with it. And the fumes were not only choking; there was
heat with the smoke.

A shift of wind drove a thick cloud out of the forest and she had to
shut her eyes. This was dangerous work. She knew better than to try to
run the car on high speed when she could not see twenty feet beyond
it.

When she reduced speed she was cognizant of a roaring sound from the
forest. For a moment she thought a big wind was coming.

Then she knew better. It was the fire. Not far away the flames were
devouring the forest hungrily--and the wind was behind the flames!

There must have already been a change in the air-current, as Chet had
prophesied. The forest fire was driving right into this narrow cut
between the hills. To be caught here by the flames would not only mean
the finish of this brand new car, but Hester knew that there would be
no escape for her from such a situation.



CHAPTER XIV

RACING THE FLAMES


Hester's car jarred down to a complete stop. The smoke stung her eyes
and it began to be difficult for her to breathe. She knew that she had
come too far on this road. She should have heeded Chet Belding's
warning.

But now she needed all her courage and coolness to get her out of the
hot corner into which she had so heedlessly driven the automobile. The
road was not more than thirty feet wide and the thick woods bordered
it on either hand. Out of the covert dashed a flash of rusty brown
that was gone in an instant. Hester knew it to be a fox. Already she
had seen the rabbits running, and not a bird was in sight.

The fire was coming--and coming by leaps and bounds!

It smote upon Hester Grimes's mind that not alone were she and the
innocent animals of the wood in peril; but there were lonely farms,
deep in the forest, where the houses were so near the woods that the
fire was sure to destroy them.

Who would warn those squatters and small farmers of the danger down
here in the cut? When once the flames rose over the ridge, with the
wind behind them, they would descend the other side with the swiftness
of an express train.

Crops, orchards, outbuildings, and dwellings would all be sacrificed
to the demon of flame. And some of the families along that far road on
which the Sitz farm lay would scarcely have time to flee.

But Hester, as she often said herself, "was no namby-pamby girl." She
made a deal of fun of her chum, Lily, because the latter was always so
helpless--or appeared to be--in time of trouble.

She was alone, at the edge of this burning forest, with this big car.
It had to be turned around, and then she must run it out of the line
of the fire. Her father would have something to say--and that to much
purpose--if she lost this brand new car, which he had not even paid for
as yet.

She started the car on the reverse, and twisted the wheel. The car
backed, and shook, and she stopped it just as a rear tire collided
with a stump. She must go ahead, and back, and go ahead again, and
reverse once more, and repeat the operation half a dozen times before
the car would be headed in the proper direction.

The smoke grew thicker and thicker--and more choking. Her eyes were
half blinded by tears, for the smoke stung them sadly. But soon she
was free. The car could fly back over the road which it had lately
descended, and once out of the cut her peril would be past.

But on the very moment of starting ahead again Hester heard a great
crashing in the bushes. Out into the road ahead of the car sprawled on
hands and knees a man--or the semblance of one. For the instant Hester
scarcely knew what to make of the figure sprawling there before the
car. But she shut down again so as not to run over it.

Then the individual arose to his knees and waved his arms weakly. His
clothing was in rags. Indeed, he had only half a shirt and the remains
of his overalls left upon his body, besides his shoes. His hair had
been singed from his head. A great angry burn disfigured one side of
his face, while the beard was crisped to cinders on the other side. He
was without eyebrows and eyelashes, and his eyes stared from deep
hollows in his face--or so it seemed.

"For heaven's sake, help me!" he gasped. "Take me aboard! Take me away
from here!"

He struggled to his feet and fell again. He had come as far as he
could. Had the road not been right where it was, the man must have
fallen in the woods and been swept again by the flames.

Hester sprang up, caught him around the waist and half dragged him to
the car. She was thoroughly scared now; but she was courageous enough
to aid this man who was more unfortunate than herself.

"Get in! Get in!" she cried, flinging open the door of the tonneau.
"We must hurry."

"You bet we gotter hurry!" gasped the man, as he crawled into the car
and she banged to the door so that he would not fall out.

Into her own seat Hester sprang. The car was jarring with the throb of
the engine. If it should balk now, what would become of them?

The frightened girl turned the switch carefully. The car rolled on. It
moved faster and faster along the narrow road. The smoke was now so
thick that she was running the car blindly. At any moment the wheels
might hit a stump at the side of the road, for she could not be sure
that she was keeping in the main-traveled path.

While they were in the cut she heard nothing from the man behind. But
when the car shot up the hill out of the cut to the ridge-ground, and
left the smoke behind, the man struggled up into the seat and leaned
over to speak to her.

"You air a brave gal!" he gasped. "Woof! my lungs is burnt to a
crisp--I swallered so much smoke. Ye jest erbout saved my life, Miss."

Hester made no reply. She was winking the tears out of her eyes, and
the pressure in her own lungs hurt.

"But there air a lot of folks goin' to be caught similar over the
ridge, if we can't warn 'em."

"What's that?" she demanded, quickly, but without looking around at
him.

"My name's Billson. I live back in the bottoms yonder. I got an acre
or two cleared around my cabin; but the bresh warn't burned up. It is
now, by jinks!" added Mr. Billson, with a grim cackle.

"When the wind veered thar so suddent, it caught me. I had to run
through a wall of fire at one place. Then I got acrost the crick and
that saved me for a while. But the fire would have caught me again if
it hadn't been for you. I am sure mighty much obleeged to ye."

"I--I'm glad I was there with the car," faltered Hester.

"And we've got to warn those other folks over the hill," cried the
man, coughing. "Gee! I guess I'll never get this smoke out o' my
lungs."

"But how can we get to those other farms?" gasped Hester.

"I'll show ye. There's a crossroad along here a spell. An automobile
can git through it on a pinch. And there's two families live on that
road, too."

"Do you s'pose they'll be in danger?" asked Hester, slowly.

"In course they are. Say! you ain't afraid, are you?" demanded the
man. "I tell ye the fire is coming. It's going to sweep this whole
ridge."

"Won't--won't they see it?"

"Did _I_ see it?" demanded the squatter. "Not soon enough, you bet.
Drive on, Miss. Surely you ain't goin' to show a yaller streak now?"

"But my--my chauffeur is waiting for me along the road here toward
town."

"Let him wait. He's out of danger. There are plenty of open fields in
that direction. _He_ won't get into no trouble. You drive through this
side road like I tell you, and we'll get clear around by Sitz's farm
ahead of the fire. But drive hard!"

Inspired by the man's excitement, Hester did as she was told. They
came to the crossroad, which she remembered, and turned into it. There
was little smoke here beyond the ridge. Nobody would have suspected
the raging pit of flame down there in the cut to the southeast.

Yet the flames were advancing on the wings of the wind. Hester had
seen enough to assure her that the case was serious indeed. Once the
fire topped the ridge the whole northern slope would be swept by a
billow of flame!

The picture of these farmsteads burning and the people being unable to
escape with their livestock and sundry possessions began to take form
in Hester's mind. She speeded up the car and it rushed through the
gathering twilight like a locomotive of a fast express.

At the first house they stopped for only a moment. Hester turned on
the car lamps, for the shadows were gathering in the narrow places
along the road now. The squatter did not have to urge the danger upon
the farmers. A look at his condition told its own story. A forest fire
is a terrible thing, and once it gets under way usual means of
fire-fighting are of no avail.

On and on raced the motor car. Along the summit of the wooded ridge
behind them the glow of the fire spread to a deep rose--then to a
crimson--against the sky. It was an angry light and the smoke that
billowed up from it began to canopy the heavens.

From certain heights Hester could see far down into the city of
Centerport, with its countless twinkling lights. The forest fire must
burn out long before it reached the edge of the city; but detached
houses, here and there, were in peril--and many farmers got out their
teams and ploughed fresh furrows around their stacks and buildings.

They rushed through Tentorville at a speed that made the dogs howl and
the women run to the doors of their houses, leaving their suppers to
burn. Beyond this straggling little settlement there were better
farms. The village was not endangered by the flames, for there were
open fields all around it.

At the next house the occupants had been warned by telephone; for news
of the advancing fire had been wired from beyond the ridge, toward
Keyport.

The better class of farmers were supplied with 'phones, and they were
warned; but the man who had been burned out of his own place was
interested in the other poor people--the tenant farmer and squatter
class.

"Them fellers can't stand the expense of telephones," he told Hester.
"And they work moughty hard and will go to bed airly. If they haven't
kalkerlated on the veering of the wind they won't know anything about
it till the fire's upon 'em."

Thirty-seven of such farmers and settlers did the rushing auto visit.
Hester and her comrade must have startled some of these people
dreadfully, for the auto dashed up to the little farmsteads with the
noise of an express train, and the scorched man yelled his loudest to
the inmates:

"Git up! Git up! The fire's comin'. It'll be over the ridge before
midnight and this hull mountainside'll crackle in flames. Git out!"

Then, at the first word in reply from the aroused inmates, the girl
and her companion rushed on in their car, and sometimes before the
people in the house realized what had passed, the car was out of
sight.

For nearly two hours from the time Hester had helped the man into her
car did she speed about the country. By that time both he, and the
girl--and the gasoline--were about exhausted.

They pulled up at a country store where they sold gasoline, and Hester
refilled her tank. There she telephoned home to her family, too.
Joseph had come in on another auto and Hester's father was about to
send out a general alarm for his absent daughter.

"What in thunder are you doing, riding over the country alone?" her
father demanded over the telephone.

"Now, don't you mind. I'm all right," said Hester, tartly. "I'm coming
home now--by the way of the Sitz place and Robinson's Woods. We've done
all we can to rouse up the farmers."

And she shut her angry father off before he could say more, and ran
out to the car--to find her companion senseless in the bottom of the
tonneau, and a local doctor bending over him.



CHAPTER XV

THE KEYPORT GAME


"These are bad burns," said the physician, looking up at the wide-eyed
crowd. "And I believe he is hurt internally. Where did he come from?"

"This gal brought him in her car, Doc," said the storekeeper, who had
forgotten trade for the moment.

"Who is he?" asked the physician, with his hand on the man's pulse,
but looking curiously at Hester.

"I don't know--oh, yes! I remember! He said his name was Billson."

"Jeffers-pelters!" ejaculated the storekeeper. "I'd never ha' knowed
him. His whiskers is burned off, that's a fac'."

"Then you know all about him, Carey?" pursued the medical man.

"Not much! not much!" exclaimed the storekeeper, hastily. "He's jest a
squatter. Come from one of the lower counties, I b'lieve.
Holler-chested. Bad lungs, he said. Goin' to live in the open an' cure
'em."

"He ought to go to the hospital at once," growled the doctor.

"I can take him," said Hester, quietly. "He's a very brave man, I
believe. He warned all the people through the section back of
Tentorville----"

"I guess you druv the car, Miss," cackled Carey, the storekeeper.

"But I should have driven it home in a hurry after finding him on the
road without knowing anything about the people in danger," said the
girl, honestly. "He did it."

"No matter who did it. I want to get him to the hospital. I'll go to
Centerport with him, Miss, if you'll take us."

"Of course," said Hester.

"You know him, Carey," said the doctor, turning to the storekeeper.
"Can I use your name at the hospital in Centerport?"

"No, you can't," said the other, quickly. "I can't stand no 'nearest
friend' game for a man that never spent fo' bits a week in my store
for groceries. No. I dunno him."

"We'll stand sponsor for him, sir," said Hester, hastily. "Come on.
You'll have to tell me how to drive. I don't know these roads very
well."

"What's your name, Miss?" asked the physician, climbing into the car
as Hester touched the electric starter.

Hester told him, and the medical man nodded. "Henry Grimes's gal, eh?"
he said. "Well, he's well able to be sponsor for this poor fellow.
Drive on."

He was a shabby old man, this country doctor. His name was Leffert,
and he seemed none too blessed with this world's goods. But he was
kindly and he eased the senseless man into a comfortable position in
the tonneau with the gentleness of a woman.

The car started on the long run to Centerport with a plentifully
filled tank. And the engine worked nicely. When they passed the Sitz
place Hester saw that the farmer and Otto were out ploughing along the
edge of the woods by lantern light. But the sky above the ridge glowed
like a live coal. The forest fire was sweeping on.

When they came down the hill past Robinson's Woods the doctor nudged
Hester from behind.

"Hadn't you better take that left-hand turn, Miss?" he demanded.

"What for? This is the nearest way," returned the girl, slowing down a
bit.

"But it goes through the Four Corners. They have a habit of setting on
automobiles there."

"They won't dare bother us," declared Hester. "Most of those people
work for father."

"Aw--well," said the doctor, and sat down again.

The car roared through the settlement of shacks about the Four Corners
like a fast express. Nobody tried to bother them. In twenty minutes
thereafter the car stopped at the City Hospital. The patient was
carried in on a stretcher, and one of the interns took Hester's name
and address. Dr. Leffert evidently had no standing at the institution,
and he merely handed the patient over to the hospital authorities and
hurried away. Hester drove the car home and found both her mother and
father excitedly awaiting her coming.

"Now, don't you bother about me--or the car!" she said, sharply, when
her parents began to take her to task for worrying them so. "I haven't
had a bite to eat, and I'm tired, too. Your old car isn't hurt any----"

"But you can't ride that car all over this country alone, Hess! I
swear I won't have it!"

"But I _did_ drive it alone, didn't I? And it isn't hurt any. Neither
am I," she replied, and it was several days before her parents learned
the particulars of their daughter's wild ride over the mountainside
with the squatter, Billson, warning the small farmers of the coming
fire.

"I declare for't!" her mother then said. "You're the greatest girl,
Hess! The folks say you're a heroine."

"They say a whole lot beside their prayers, I reckon," snapped Hester.

"But one of the country papers has got a long article in it about you
and that Mr. Billson. Only they don't know your name."

"No. I told Doc. Leffert to keep still about it," said Hester. "Now!
there's been enough talk. I want two dollars, Ma. I want to send that
Billson some jelly and some flowers. He's having a mighty hard time at
the hospital. And there isn't a soul who cares anything about
him--whether he lives or dies."

"Ain't that just like you, Hessie?" complained her mother. "You throw
that poor fellow good things like you was throwing a bone to a dog!
I--I wish you wasn't so hard."

But events were making Hester seem harder than usual these days. She
was completely cut off from the society of her school fellows. She had
no part in the after-hour athletics. Nobody spoke to her about the
fine time expected at Keyport when the basketball team went over to
battle with the team of the Keyport High.

And when that day arrived, fully a carload entrained at the Hill
station of the C. K. & M. Railroad, bound for the neighboring city.
These were all the girls of Central High interested in the game and
their friends among the boys.

It was not a long run by train to Keyport, but they had a lot of fun.
Chet and Lance were full of an incident that had occurred in Professor
Dimp's class that morning, and Chet was telling his sister and a group
of friends about it.

"Short and Long got one on Old Dimple again to-day," said Chet. "You
know he's forever hammering the Romans into us. We ought to call him
'The Old Roman'--we really had! There's that Roman lad who was such an
athlete and all-around pug----"

"'Pug!'" gasped Laura. "Wait till mother hears you say _that_."

"Ha! I'm going to watch to see that she doesn't hear me, Sis,"
returned her brother. "Well, Old Dimple was telling us about this lad
who used to swim across the Tiber three times before breakfast. And
when he'd expatiated on the old boy's performance, Short and Long put
up a mitt----"

"'A mitt!'" groaned Laura again.

"Aw, well! His hand, then. Dimple perked right up, thinking that Short
and Long was really showing some interest, and says he:

"'What's your question, Mr. Long?'

"And Billy says: 'What's puzzling me, is why he swam it _three_
times?'"

"'Eh?' says Dimple. 'How's that, young man?'"

"'Why didn't he swim it _four_ times,' says Billy, grave as a judge,
'and so get back to the bank where he'd left his clothes?' And not a
smile cracked Short and Long's face! Dimple didn't know whether to
laugh or get mad, and just then the gong sounded 'Time' and Dimple got
out of it without answering Billy's question."

"Tickets!" cried Lance, as the girls laughed at the story. "Here comes
the conductor. Get your pasteboards ready."

"Who says that's the conductor, Lance?" demanded Chet.

"Huh! It's Mr. Wood, isn't it? He's the conductor of this train."

"Impossible," sighed Chet "Wood is a non-conductor."

But the crowd wouldn't stand for puns like that and shouted Chet down.

When they debarked at the Keyport station they formed in marching
order and, the boys with canes and the girls with flags, marched two
by two to the Keyport girls' athletic field. The game was called for
four o'clock, and Mrs. Case got her team out and "warmed them up" with
ten minutes' practice before the referee called both teams to the
court selected for the match game.

The boys in the audience droned out the Central High yell, with its
"snap-the-whip" ending of, "Ziz--z--z--z----Boom!" and the ball was thrown
into play. Right at the start the home team got the best of the
visitors. There were excellent players on the Keyport team. Indeed, in
all athletics the Keyport girls had excelled for years. Our friends
from Central High were outmatched at several points.

But they fought hard. Laura and her mates battled every moment, and
when the whistle ending the first half sounded, the Keyport team was
only two points ahead. But the visitors ran to their dressing room in
no hopeful frame of mind.



CHAPTER XVI

UPHILL WORK FOR THE TEAM


"I declare!" ejaculated Bobby Hargrew; "we're being whipped out of our
boots!"

"I'm doing the best I can!" wailed Roberta Fish.

"Nobody's blaming you, child," Jess Morse hastened to say.

"Not at all," added Laura. "I haven't a single complaint to make about
your work, Roberta."

"But there's something lacking somewhere," declared Dorothy Lockwood.

"We might as well admit that these Keyport girls are better at
basketball than we are," said her twin.

"My gracious!" cried Bobby. "They're better than we ever _dared_ to
be!"

"No!" cried Laura. "That is not so."

"What's the answer, then, Miss Captain?" demanded the irrepressible.

"We must play up to each other, that's all," said the captain. "Our
playing is loose."

"We're weak in spots," admitted Nellie Agnew, slowly.

"And I'm the worst spot," groaned Roberta.

"Pshaw! you're not, either," said Eve Sitz, kindly.

"You do your very best, Roberta," said Laura, again.

"But that isn't as good as Hester's best," responded Roberta, quickly.

"Hessie is certainly one mighty good player," grumbled Bobby.

"And we got rid of her rather hastily," sighed Nellie.

"Don't wail about that now!" cried Josephine Morse, with some
asperity. "My goodness! I'm only glad she's out of it. And I reckon
Laura is."

"I am sorry it seemed best to ask her to get out," admitted the
captain.

"Bah! she was more trouble than she was good," declared Jess. "Let's
not weep and wail over what we did."

"But have you heard what she did last week, girls?" asked the doctor's
daughter, earnestly.

"What now?" returned Bobby, with curiosity.

"Remember the day we found her broken down in that new car of her
father's on the Keyport road?"

"Sure!" cried several of the team together.

"That was the day of that big forest fire. You know, Chet warned her
that the wind was likely to change and blow the fire across the road.
Well, she rescued a man from the burning woods and then ran that car
all over the hill country up there, warning farmers and other people
that the fire was coming. She is a very brave girl," concluded Nellie,
softly.

"Pshaw! don't you weep over Hess Grimes," exclaimed Bobby. "You're too
tender-hearted, Nell."

"But she _is_ brave," said Laura, hastily.

"And just as ill-tempered as she can be," put in Jess Morse. "We're
well rid of her."

"I guess nobody in this world is quite perfect--nor all bad, either,"
suggested the doctor's daughter. "And as for Hester, she never let us
see her good points."

"But some mighty mean ones!" exclaimed Dora Lockwood.

"Just the same," sighed Laura, "if she had only stuck to the rules of
basketball in playing she would have been a great help to us right
now!"

Lily had been "prinking up" at the other end of the room while this
conversation was going on. Now she flung them one malicious "I told
you so!" as the gong rang and they hurried out to their places in the
basketball court.

"All ready?" cried the referee.

"Do your best, girls!" begged Laura.

The whistle sounded long and loud at the toss-up and the game was on.
At first, although the play was fast and furious, neither side scored.
Then came the umpire's shout:

"Foul on Central High for over-guarding!"

It rattled Laura and her team mates. Their opponents got the ball and
shot it basketward. Right from the field Keyport made a basket. And
then, in little over half a minute they made another!

"Break it up, guards! Break it up!" begged Laura.

But although the girls of Central High fought hard, and there were
some brilliant plays on the part of Laura and Jess, it was all to no
avail. Nor did the "rooting" of their boy friends help. The Keyport
team forged ahead steadily and at the end of the game they were six
points in the lead. It was as bad a beating as the girls of Central
High had ever received in a trophy game.

Roberta was in tears in the dressing room when Mrs. Case came in to
cheer them up.

"Now, now! what have I told you about being good losers?" she
demanded, briskly.

"Tha--that's all right," stammered Roberta. "We cheered 'em, didn't we?
But I feel it's my fault. I fumble dreadfully. You know, I always did
when I was on the team before. Get somebody else in my place, Mrs.
Case--do!"

Naturally Lily Pendleton told all this to Hester; but it only added to
Hester's bitterness of spirit. Deep down in her heart she felt the
sting of Central High's defeat--only she wouldn't admit it. The team
had lost--she believed it, too--because she wasn't there in her place at
forward center!

And Mrs. Case had tried to show her how she might win back, if she
would, and Hester had refused. Her bad temper had cut her off from the
instructor's help entirely. She was a pariah--and she felt it.

So she told Lily she was glad the team was having up-hill work and was
so nasty about it that Lily, who was feeling bad, too, about the
affair, almost got mad herself, and went home early.

"That Hester Grimes _can_ be awfully exasperating when she wants to
be," Lily admitted to her mother.

"Bless me, child! I don't really see why you associate so much with
her. She does come of such common people. Why, Mrs. Grimes is
impossible!" sighed Mrs. Pendleton.



CHAPTER XVII

HEBE POCOCK IN TROUBLE


The big frost came soon after the Keyport game and Eve excitedly
informed her particular friends when she came in to school that the
nuts were falling in showers. It was toward the end of the week when
this happened and it had already been arranged that a nutting party
should take an entire Saturday for the trip to Peveril Pond, some
miles beyond the Sitz place.

The Beldings' car and one of Mr. Purcell's sight-seeing autos were to
carry the party from the Hill, with two seats reserved for Eve and her
brother Otto, whom they would pick up at the farmhouse. Prettyman
Sweet and Lily Pendleton were invited--indeed, Eve had insisted upon
all the basketball team being of the party--and Purt was dreadfully
exercised in advance regarding what would be the proper costume to
wear.

"Oh," said Bobby Hargrew, "when folks go fox-hunting in the fall they
wear red coats, because the fox is red, I suppose. Now, you ought to
wear a nut-brown suit, hadn't you?"

"Yes, Purt," drawled Lance Darby, "something nutty will suit you, all
right, all right!"

The girls wore sweaters and old caps and old skirts and lace up
boots--all but Lily. She came "dressed to the nines," as Bobby
declared.

"What under the sun are you supposed to represent, Lil?" demanded Jess
Morse. "You--you look like a fancy milkmaid."

"Well, I'm going into the country; I shall look the part," said Lily,
demurely.

"Oh, say!" continued Jess, in a whisper, "you've got altogether too
much red on your cheeks for a milkmaid, young lady."

At that Lily flushed deeper than the "fast color" on her cheek.

"Is that so, Miss?" she snapped. "I guess a milkmaid ought to be
rosy-cheeked."

Chet, going by, overheard this. He glanced at the red spots in Lily's
naturally pale cheek, and laughed.

"On the contrary," he said, winking at Jess.

"What's on the contrary?" demanded Lily, sharply.

"Milkmaids shouldn't be rosy-cheeked, you know," said Chet, gravely.

"Why not, Mr. Funny?"

"Because a milkmaid is naturally a pail girl," chortled Chet.

Lily was rather angry for a while because they joked her about the
rouge. She was the only girl in all the Junior class who used
cosmetics and, as Chet laughingly said once, "painting the Lily was a
thankless job--it didn't improve her looks!"

They piled into the two autos and started off with much laughter and
blowing of horns. Nellie Agnew was almost the last one to board the
Beldings' car.

"I had to run down to Mrs. Doyle's for Daddy Doctor," she explained.
"Poor little Johnny is dreadfully sick. He never really recovered from
the shock, or the cold, when he fell into the sewer basin. He's such a
poor, weak little thing now. It would make your heart ache to see him,
Laura."

"Lil says that Hester goes there all the time, and that she's always
doing something for Rufe, or the rest of them," Jess Morse said.

Laura shook her head. "I know," she said. "I saw Hester and Rufie in
the park together the other day. They seem to be very good friends.
And I'm sorry."

"Why--for pity's sake?" demanded Nellie.

"Why, father is on the Board of Education this year, you know, and he
told us--but you mustn't repeat it!--that Bill Jackway had admitted that
the night the gym. was first raided Rufus slipped into the building
unbeknown to him early in the evening, and was there until after
midnight. Then he cried to go home, being afraid, he said. But Jackway
let him out without ever making the rounds of the gym., and so he
doesn't know for sure whether the damage to the apparatus was done
while Rufe was there, or afterward."

"My goodness me!" gasped Nellie. "How awful!"

"Could it be that half-foolish boy, do you suppose?" cried Jess.

"He isn't so foolish. Rufe is dreadfully cunning about some things,"
replied Laura. "Think of those footprints in the athletic field. I
_know_ the person who made them walked backwards. Maybe Rufe got into
the gym. again unknown to his uncle; and he'd be just sharp enough to
get out of that window backward and so reach the fence."

"And he could be hired to do that for a little money," said Jess,
confidently.

"Oh, I wouldn't say that!" exclaimed Nellie. "It's too dreadful."

"But Mr. Jackway can't make Rufe admit it. The boy won't speak. And
the Board doesn't know what to do about it," Laura said. "Now, I've
told you girls this; don't let it go any farther."

They promised--and they were girls who could keep their word. Lance and
Chet on the front seat of the machine, with Bobby between them, hadn't
heard it at all.

When the cars reached the Sitz place Eve and Otto were taken into the
tonneau of the Beldings' car, and they went on, down the leaf-strewn
road, toward Peveril Pond. The forest fire that had threatened all
this side of the ridge had burned out without crossing the wide
highway known as "the State Road" and so the lower slope of the ridge
and all the valley had been untouched.

They passed the district school which Eve attended before she came to
Central High.

"And we had a splendid teacher at the last," sighed Eve. "But when I
first went to it--oh! the boys acted so horrid, and the girls gabbled
so. It wasn't a school. My mother said it was 'a bear garden!'

"You see, there were some dreadfully bad big boys went to the school,
off and on. The Four Corners isn't so far away, you know. Hebe
Pocock--Laura will remember him?"

"I guess so!" cried Laura.

"Well, he was one of the big boys in school when I first came here. We
had a new teacher--we were always having 'new' teachers. Sometimes
there would be as many as four in one term. If they were girls they
broke down and cried and gave it up; and if they were young men they
were either beaten or driven out of the neighborhood.

"But I can remember this particular young man pretty well, little as I
was," laughed Eve. "He wasn't very big, but he didn't look puny,
although he wore glasses. But when he opened school he took off the
glasses and put them in his desk. He was real mild mannered, and he
had a nice smile, and the big girls liked him. But Hebe and the other
big boys said they were going to run him off right quick!"

"And did they?" asked Jess, interested.

"Well, I'll tell you. He was taking the names of all us children, and
he got along all right till he came to Hebe. Hebron was the ring
leader. He always gave the sign for trouble. When the master asked his
name Hebe leaned back in his seat, put his feet up on the desk, and
looked cross-eyed at the new teacher. Of course, all the little
follows thought it was funny--and some of the girls, too, I guess.

"'Please tell me your name,' said the master, without seeming to
notice Hebe's impudence.

"'Wal,' drawled Hebe, 'sometimes they call me Bob, and sometimes Pete,
and sometimes they call me too late for dinner. But don't you call me
nothin', Mister!'

"The teacher listened until he got through," said Eve, her eyes
flashing at the remembrance of the scene, "and then he doubled his
fist and struck Hebe a blow between the eyes that half stunned him.
Hebe was the bigger, but that teacher was awfully strong and smart. He
grabbed Hebe by the collar and hauled him headlong over the desks and
seats, stood him up before the big desk with a slam, and roared at
him:

"'What is your name?'

"'He--Hebe Pocock,' exclaimed the fellow, only half sensing what had
happened to him.

"'Hebe?' repeated the master, with a sneer. 'You look like a 'Hebe.'
Go take your seat.'

"And do you know," laughed Eve, "that Hebe was almost the best behaved
boy in the school all that term?"

"Oh!" laughed Jess, "it must be lots of fun to go to an ungraded
school like that one."

"It's all according to the teacher," Eve said. "When we had a poor
teacher it was just a scramble for the scholars to learn anything. The
big ones helped the little ones. But our present teacher, Miss Harris,
is a college girl and she is fine. But some funny things happen
because we have the old-fashioned district system of government, with
'school trustees' elected every year. This year at the far end of the
district they put in old Mr. Moose, a very illiterate man, for
trustee. And one of the girls was telling me about the day he visited
school to 'examine' it. That is the method, you know; each trustee
makes an official visit and is supposed to find out in that visit how
the teachers are getting along."

"Tell us about it, Eve," urged Laura.

"Why," laughed Eve, "Mr. Moose came in and sat on the teacher's
platform for a while, listening and watching, and showing himself to
be dreadfully uncomfortable. But he thought he had to make some
attempt to examine the school, so when Miss Harris called the spelling
class he reached for the speller and said he'd put out a few words. So
he read to the first boy:

"'Spell "eggpit."'

"'E--double g--p--i--t,' says the boy.

"'Nope,' says Mr. Moose. 'Next.'

"Next scholar spelled it the same way and that didn't suit Mr. Moose,
and so it went on down the line, everybody taking a shy at 'Eggpit.'
Finally Miss Harris asked to see the book.

"'These young 'uns of yourn air mighty bad spellers,' said Mr. Moose.

"'But they have all spelled 'eggpit' right,' said Miss Harris. 'Where
is the word?'

"And what do you suppose Moose pointed out?" chuckled Eve.

"Give it up!" was the chorus of her listeners.

"'Egypt!'"

"My goodness!" cried Jess, choked with laughter. "Can you beat that
for a school trustee?"

They arrived at the sloping hollow at the end of Peveril Pond, where
they proposed to picnic, very soon after this. It was a pretty glade,
and the smooth road went down to the shore and skirted it for half a
mile.

Off on a rocky point were several boys or men fishing; but they were
not near enough to disturb our friends. Of course the boys clamored
for lunch at once; but while the girls prepared it the boys were
shooed off to begin the nut gathering.

Lance Darby, with a perfectly solemn face, set Pretty Sweet to work
thumping an oak tree with a huge club to "rattle off the nuts;" and he
might have been whaling away at the trunk of the tree until luncheon
had not Chet taken pity on him and showed him that neither chestnuts
or shell-barks grew on oak trees, and that that particular oak didn't
even have an acorn on it!

Suddenly, just as the girls had the good things spread on the seats of
the two cars, a chorus of screams arose from the fishermen. There were
three of them, and when our friends' gaze was attracted by the shouts
they saw that the bigger one was down in the water and the other two
were leaping about on the sands.

"Guess they've caught a whale," said Chet.

"They are in trouble--serious trouble," declared his sister, leaving
the car herself to start for the scene of the difficulty.

"That's little Mike Pocock," said Eve, grabbing her arm. "And I
believe the fellow in the water is Hebe."

"Never mind. He's in some difficulty. See! he can't stand up," cried
Laura.

"But weally!" gasped Prettyman Sweet. "The lunch is just weady----"

"Come on, you cannibal!" ejaculated Lance. "Let's see what's wanted
over there."

The whole party, girls as well as boys, trooped along the shore of the
pond toward the rock where the fishermen had been standing. They saw
in a moment that this boulder had rolled over--probably while Hebe
Pocock was standing upon it to make a cast--and that Hebe was caught by
the rock and held down to the bottom of the pond. He was barely able
to keep his head out of water as the boys and girls of Central High
approached.



CHAPTER XVIII

MOTHER WIT TO THE RESCUE


The young ruffian who was so notorious about the Four Corners was
really in a serious predicament. In making a long cast the boulder had
rolled under him and, being precipitated into the pond, he was pinned
to the bottom by his legs. The two boys with him had sprung into the
pond, and were now wet to their necks; but they could not roll back
the heavy boulder.

Just as Laura and Chet, with their school mates, arrived Hebe sank
back with a gurgle, and the water went over his head. He had been
barely able to keep his mouth and nostrils out of water until that
moment.

"Hebe's gettin' drowned! Hebe's gettin' drowned!" yelled Mike, the
victim's young brother, dancing up and down on the shore.

"Get in there at once and hold his head up!" commanded Laura Belding.
"Then we'll roll away the stone. But he _will_ drown if you don't hold
him up."

Mike did as he was bid. When Hebe got his breath again he began to use
language that was unfit for the girls to hear, at least.

"Say!" exclaimed Chet, his eyes blazing, "you stop that or I'll hold
your head under the water myself. What kind of a fellow are you,
anyway?"

Hebe gasped and kept still. Perhaps he had scarcely realized who the
people were about him. Laura said:

"Can't you boys, all together, roll away that stone?"

"We'll try," said Lance, already beginning to strip off his shoes and
stockings. "Come ahead, Chet."

They made even Purt Sweet join them, bare-footed and with their
trousers rolled up as far as they would go. They waded in and got
around the rock. Hebe was in a sitting posture, and the weight of the
stone bore both his legs down into the muddy bottom. But there was
hard-pan under the mud, and it was impossible to drag the victim from
beneath the huge rock.

But the boys couldn't even jar the rock. It had slipped from the bank
and rolled a little, and now it was settling slowly into the ooze,
bearing Hebe's legs down under it.

The situation was serious in the extreme. Slowly, as Hebe settled
beneath the rock, the water was creeping up about his lips and nose.
Although he held his head back the water would, in time, rise above
his mouth. And the rise was as steady as a tide.

Again and again Chet Belding and his comrades tried to push the huge
rock over. But, as at first, they could not even budge it. Mike began
to cry again. Hebe said, gruffly:

"I reckon I gotter croak, eh? This ain't no nice way to die, you bet!"

"Die--nothing!" cried Laura.

She ran back to the car and tore the piece of rubber pipe away from
the bulb of the horn. Handing this to Hebe, she showed him how he
could lie back in a more comfortable position, if he wished, and
breathe through the tube. She produced some cotton, too, so that he
could stop his ears and nostrils.

"Now, you keep up your courage," Mother Wit told him. "We'll soon find
a way of getting you out of this. You're not dead yet."

Hebe said nothing, but he watched her, when his eyes were above water,
with a grateful air.

"But I tell you, Laura, we can't begin to start this stone even,"
growled Chet, in her ear. "You will have to think of something better
than _this_."

"So I will," cried Laura. "I'll think of a rope."

"A rope?"

"Yes. A good, strong one. One that will go around that rock and then
be plenty long enough to hitch to one of the cars--the big car. I
believe we can start the rock that way."

"Hurrah!" cried Lance. "She's got the idea! What do you say, Chet?"

"Looks like it. But how about the rope? Where'll we get it?"

"We got a goot one at our house," said Otto, who was sitting down,
puffing, after having strained at the rock. "Dot hay rope, he be juist
de t'ing."

"The hay rope for ours, then," cried Chet. "Come on, Otto. We'll go
after it!"

He started for the machines, the Swiss youth after him. They got in
the Belding car immediately and started the engine. Purt Sweet sprang
up with a yell and ran along the shore of the pond after the car.

"Oh, oh! Stop!" he shrieked.

But Chet did not hear him. Lance caught Pretty by the arm and demanded
to know what he was yelling about.

"Why," gasped Purt, "they've driven off with a whole lot of the lunch
the girls spread on the seats. And look at them go! Why! it'll all be
joggled onto the floor of the tonneau before they get back."

"Oh--_you_!" exclaimed Lance, balked for words with which to express
his contempt.

The Belding car was quickly out of sight. The boys and girls gathered
around the spot where Hebe Pocock had met with his accident. Nobody
could help him, and he began to be in extreme pain. His head was under
water a good deal of the time; but the piece of rubber pipe allowed
him to breathe, and Mike, or the other smaller boy from the Four
Corners, held Hebe's face above water as much as possible.

Chet and Otto were not gone an hour; but it seemed, as Lance said, "a
creation of time." Pocock was pretty weak when the rope was brought.
Meanwhile the chauffeur had run the big car along the road and backed
it near the rock and headed in the proper direction. They passed the
heavy cable around the boulder and then wrapped it around the car so
that the strain would not come in any one place and perhaps do the car
damage.

"You bigger boys get in there," said Laura, "and take Hebe under the
arms. As soon as the rock moves pull him out. For the rope may slip
and the rock slide back deeper into the water than it is now. That
would kill him, perhaps."

"You're right, Laura," said her brother, gravely. "We'll take care."

Chet and Lance went to the aid of the unfortunate youth. Otto managed
the rope. The chauffeur started his engine and got into his seat.

"Ready! start easily," called Laura, when the boys were placed
directly behind Hebe.

The car lurched forward; the rope strained and creaked; then--slowly
but surely--the rock began to move.

"Easy, boys!" commanded Laura.

Hebe shrieked with pain. The boulder rolled and the rope slipped. But
the two boys darted back into deeper water, dragging the victim of the
accident with them.

It was all over and Hebe was released in a few seconds. But he had
lost consciousness and they carried him out and put him into the
Belding car.

"Shall we take him home?" Chet demanded.

"He ought to have a doctor at once," said Laura. "Better still, he
ought to be taken to the hospital."

"That's what we'll do," said Chet, quickly. "Lance, you and Purt come
with me. We'll make him easy in the tonneau. And gee! here's the
luncheon all in a jumble."

"What did I tell you?" wailed Prettyman.

"Oh, get in! get in!" exclaimed Chet. "You can stuff your face with
all those goodies while we ride into town. And maybe this poor fellow
will come to his senses and try Nellie's lemon meringue pie--it's a
dandy, Nellie!"

By the shortest road they could take--through the Four Corners--the ride
to the City Hospital was bound to occupy an hour--and another to
return. Meanwhile the remainder of the party had their lunch and then
went after the nut harvest. Despite the incident of the wounded
Pocock, the day ended happily enough and they went home at dusk with
stores of chestnuts and shellbarks.

The Beldings were late, of course, and Mammy Jinny, their old black
cook, held back dinner for them, but with many complaints.

"It's jest de beatenes' what disher fambly is a-comin' to," she
grumbled, as she helped wait at table when the family had gathered for
the belated meal. "Gits so, anyhow, dat de hull on youse is out 'most
all day long. Eberything comes onter Mammy's shoulders."

"That's all right, Jinny. They're good and broad," said Mr. Belding,
for she was a privileged character.

"Ya--as. Dat's wot youse allus say, Mars' Belding. Den dere was de
watah man come ter bodder we-uns. Sech a combobberation I never do
see. I tol' him we nebber drink no tap watah, but has it bro't in
bottles, same as nice fo'ks does----"

"The water man?" repeated Mrs. Belding, curiously. "I can't imagine
who that could be."

"Ya--as, ma'am!" exclaimed Mammy Jinny, who certainly loved the sound
of long words, and hard words. "He come yere enquiratin' erbout de
tuberculosis in de watah."

"Crickey jacks!" gasped Chet, choking. "What's that?"

"My son!" begged his mother. "Please do not use such awful
expressions. You are worse than Jinny."

"Ain't nothin' de matter wid wot I sez!" declared the old black woman.
"Dat's wot he wanted ter know erbout--de tuberculosis in de watah."

Mr. Belding recovered his breath. "Was by chance the man asking about
the _consumption_ of water, Jinny?" he asked.

"Dat's it," said the black woman. "Same t'ing, ain't it? Miss Laura
say so. 'Consumption' an' 'tuberculosis' jes de same--heh?"

"That's one on you, Laura!" shouted Chet, as Mammy Jinny indignantly
waddled out. "Shouldn't teach Mammy words of more than one 'syllabub.'
You've been warned before.

"By the way," he added, for they had told their parents about the
adventure of the afternoon, "that Pocock is in the ward with the man
Hester Grimes saved from the forest fire--right in the next bed to
Billson. Pocock had both legs broken, the doctors told me--one above
the knee and the other below. He's going to have a bad time of it."

"Pocock, eh?" said Mr. Belding. "Hebron Pocock is the name of the
person who applied to the Board of Education for the job of watchman
at the girls' gymnasium. I believe he gave Henry Grimes as reference.
But I think we shall keep Jackway. He's a faithful soul and, whoever
got into the gym. and did that damage, I am convinced that it was not
Jackway's fault."

"No; it wasn't Jackway's fault," muttered Chet to Laura. "But I guess
we could find the person at fault pretty easily, eh?"



CHAPTER XIX

AT LUMBERPORT


The girls of Central High were not neglecting other athletic work
through their interest in basketball; but just as the boys were giving
most of their spare time to football, so their sisters, during the
fall weather, were mainly interested in their own game.

As a whole, the girls' classes of Central High were given practice at
the game at least twice a week; and of course the representative team,
to which our particular friends belonged, was on the court almost
daily. There were games between the less advanced teams, too, which
brought the parents of the girls to the athletic field; and as the
season advanced the courts were marked out in the large upper room of
the gymnasium building, so that the game could be played under cover
on stormy days.

With the handicap against it at the beginning, of having been roughly
played in the city clubs, and the record of several girls having been
hurt who played without the oversight of a proper instructor, the game
gradually grew in favor at Central High until even such old-fashioned
folk as Mrs. Belding spoke approvingly of the exercise.

The girls themselves, even the "squabs" and "broilers," as Bobby
Hargrew called the freshmen and sophomores, were more and more
enthusiastic over basketball as the days passed. Although their
champion team was being beaten or tied in the trophy inter-school
series, they went to see each game, from week to week, and cheered the
Central High team with unflagging loyalty.

The very next week Laura's team went to Lumberport, a small steamboat
being chartered. It was filled with Central High girls and their
friends, and they went over to the game, intending to have a collation
aboard after the game and return down the lake by moonlight.

"Whether you girls beat the Lumberport girls, or not," chuckled Chet,
"we're bound to have a fine time. But I _do_ hope you'll lead your
team to victory at least _once_ this season, Laura. It looks as if you
girls couldn't beat an addled egg!"

"Nor anybody else, Mr. Smartie!" snapped Jess Morse. "You don't know
much about eggs, I guess."

"Nor you girls don't seem to know much about basketball," chuckled
Chet.

"What's the fight about?" demanded Bobby, coming up to the group on
the upper deck of the steamer.

"We ought to all pitch into him," said Jess, pointing to Chet. "He is
maligning the team."

"All right I'll help--if it's to be 'battle, murder, and sudden
death,'" chuckled Bobby. "We ought to get our hands in, anyway, for
to-morrow."

"What's to-morrow?" cried the girls.

"Didn't you hear what Gee Gee said to the English class to-day when
the gong rang?"

"Go on, Bobby. What's the joke?" urged Dora Lockwood.

"Why, Gee Gee said, 'Now, young ladies, that we have finished this
present subject, to-morrow we shall take the life of Carlyle. Come
prepared.' If Jess really wants us to help her draw and quarter Chet,
it might be good practice for what we're going to do to Mr. Carlyle."

"Poor Gee Gee," said Nellie, shaking her head. "She has her hands full
just now. Some of the squabs are as bad as ever you were, Bobby, when
you were a freshie."

"I like that!" exclaimed the irrepressible. "Me bad!"

"But what's happened to Miss Carrington?" asked Laura.

"She's got some mighty smart scholars in the freshman class," said
Nellie. "The other day she asked them what two very famous men were
boys together, and what do you suppose was the answer she got?"

"Give it up!" exclaimed Jess. "What was it?"

"One of those fresh squabs put up her hand and when Gee Gee nodded to
her, she squeals: 'Oh, I know, Miss Carrington! The Siamese Twins!'"

There were enough old folk aboard the steamboat to keep the exuberance
of the boys and girls within bounds. Short and Long had brought with
him his famous piratical wig and whiskers, and with these in place and
an old red sash-curtain draped about him, he looked more like a gnome
than ever, he was so little. The girls dressed up a stateroom for him,
into which he retired and told fortunes. And as Billy Long did not
lack in wit he told some funny ones.

This was one of the few occasions when Alice Long, Billy's busy
sister, had escaped from her manifold home duties to join in the "high
jinks" of her schoolmates. When they were all laughing at Billy's
antics and prophecies, Laura said to Alice:

"How do you ever manage to get along with those children, Alice? Tommy
is as full of mischief as Billy, isn't he?"

"He's worse," sighed the big sister; yet she smiled, too. "Tommy's
pretty cute, just the same. He had a birthday last week, and Dr. Agnew
came through our street going to see Johnny Doyle.

"'Hullo, Doctor!' Tommy called to him. 'I gotter birfday.'

"'You have!' exclaimed the doctor, apparently very much
astonished.'How many birthdays does that make?'

"'I'm five, I am,' says Tommy.

"'Five years old! Well,' ruminated the doctor, stopping at the gate as
though he contemplated coming in, 'what had I better do to a boy
that's got a birthday?'

"And Tommy speaks right up promptly: 'You can't! I'm sitting on it!'"

They had a lot of fun on the boat; but when the basketball team of
Central High got into their gymnasium suits in the Lumberport High
School dressing-room, they came down to serious thoughts again.

"We really _must_ beat these girls," said Laura, Mrs. Case being out
of the room. "It's all right to talk about being 'good losers' and all
that. But we don't want to be either good, or bad, losers all the
time. We've lost enough in the past. It's up to us to put Lumberport
on the shelf!"

"Hear! hear!" cried Bobby. "That's the talk."

"We have usually been able to handle Lumberport at basketball,"
continued Laura. "Let's not make this an exception to a good rule."

Even Roberta felt the inspiration of coming success before the game.
The team had been practicing faithfully and there was no real reason
why every member of it should not make a good showing. Mrs. Case
encouraged them as they went on to the court, and the Central High
crowd lined out the "yell" to greet them. There was a big audience,
for the Lumberport school had a good field and the parents of the
girls engaged were enthusiastic over basketball.

The ball was tossed up and Laura shot it over to Lily. Lily was a
pretty sure player when she was not excited. It was safe to trust her
during the first of any game. She now passed it quickly according to
her captain's signal, and to the right girl. The girls of Central High
kept the ball in play for a couple of minutes, and entirely away from
their opponents. Then Nellie got it for a good throw and--pop! the ball
went into the basket.

"First goal--hurrah!" yelled the boys from Central High.

For despite the insistence of the League rules, and the advice and
preachments of physical instructors, there was bound to be a spirit of
rivalry in the games. How else would the interest be kept up? Playing
for the sake of the game is all right; but the personal desire to win
is, after all, what inspires any player to do his, or her, best.

There was no ugly playing, however; tense as was the interest, the
opposing teams played fair and there was not an unpleasant word or
look indulged in by a member of either. With Hester Grimes off the
team from Central High there could be no complaint that they played
too hard, or unfairly. The whistle in this first half sounded very
seldom for fouls. And the game was played with a snap and vigor that
was delightful.

Central High had somewhat the best of it from that very first goal.
They won point after point. Half way through the first half Central
High was three points in the lead. When there were five minutes still
to go they made another clean goal, putting them up two more points.

But the Lumberport girls played well, too; they did not "go to pieces"
because the visitors' efforts were crowned with success. They fought
steadily and made a goal during that last five minutes.

Then the girls of Central High got the ball and made a run with it
down the field. Nellie seized it again and turned swiftly to throw. As
she did so her ankle turned under her and she came down upon one knee
with a little cry. The umpire was about to sound the whistle for time;
but the doctor's daughter sprang up instantly and threw the ball
straight into the basket. As she did so the timekeeper sounded her
whistle. The half was over.

Two of the girls ran to help Nellie, who stood, as Bobby said, "on one
leg like a stork!" She hobbled to the dressing-room between them.

"Oh, dear me! who'll we put in, Laura?" wailed Jess.

"You sha'n't put in anybody," cried Nellie, gritting her teeth to keep
back a cry of pain as she set the injured foot to the floor again.
"This will be all right in a moment."

"Looks like it!" cried Dorothy.

"You're knocked out, Miss," said Dora. "You know you are."

"I'm not!" replied Nellie.

Mrs. Case came hurriedly in. "You'll have to rest that ankle, child"
she said. "Captain Belding will have to put in a substitute."

"No, Mrs. Case. I'm going to play out the game," declared Nellie. "You
must not forbid it. I've only twisted my ankle. It will be all right
to-morrow. I'll show you!" she cried, and began stripping off her shoe
and stocking.



CHAPTER XX

WINNING ALL ALONG THE LINE


"I Can't allow you to take risks, Nellie Agnew," cried the physical
instructor. "What would the doctor say to me?"

"I'll tell you what Daddy Doctor would say," returned Nellie, grinning
grimly to answer the shoot of pain that went through the injured
ankle.

"And what is that, Miss?"

"He'd say: 'Grin and bear it! Play up!'" laughed Nellie, yet with a
choke in her voice. "Bring me my bag, Bobby. I want my 'first-aid'
kit."

"Nellie!" gasped Laura, amazed to see the gentle girl so firm. "We can
find somebody else to put in instead of you----"

"Yes, but you're not going to," cried Nellie. "Give me that bandage,
Bobby. There, Mrs. Case! you know how it ought to be used.
Tight--tight, now! That will hold me up. And, really, half an hour's
rest would cure the ache, anyway. Daddy Doctor admires pluck. He
admires Hester's bravery. I guess I wouldn't be his daughter if I
didn't have just a bit of pluck myself."

"Hurrah for Nell!" squealed Bobby, waving a second bandage over her
head, and the pin coming out, the strip of muslin soon became a tangle
of ribbon-like cloth.

"Can she do it, Mrs. Case?" asked the doubtful Laura.

"She _shall_ do it!" returned the instructor. "It won't hurt the
ankle--bound up like that. Now, on with her stocking--and her shoe. Does
it hurt, Nellie?"

"It's all right," declared the doctor's daughter.

"Does the shoe hurt it?"

"It's all right, I tell you," insisted Nellie, standing up.

Then the gong rang. The girls started for the door. Nellie was not the
last one to reach her position. At first the audience was amazed to
see her in place after she had hobbled off the field between two of
her mates. Then, understanding, they cheered her--the boys deafeningly.

"You're all right, Nellie Agnew!" yelled Chet from where the boys of
Central High were massed.

And how those girls of Central High played! Perhaps it was the
inspiration of Nellie's courage. Perhaps it was the inspiration of the
cheering spectators. But never before had Laura and her team-mates
played better basketball than in that second half with the Lumberport
team.

Nor did the latter team "go to pieces." Every point was fought for.

Suddenly the ball reached Nellie's hands again. Her guard was in front
of her. She dashed quickly back, as light of foot as she had been
before her injury. Her guard was after her, but Nellie dodged to the
right and then caged the ball from almost the center line!

"Good for you, Nell Agnew!" shouted the spectators.

Again the ball was at center and was tossed up.

"Shoot it to Nell, Laura!" advised some boy in the audience. "She'll
know what to do with it!"

"Quick, there, center! don't be all night!" yelled another.

But the girls of Central High kept their heads about them. They
watched their captain's signals. The Lumberport jumping center threw
the ball the wrong way. Again Nellie jumped for it, and almost fell
again; but she shot the ball true and fair to the basket.

By this time Nell was the heroine of the whole crowd. Her opposing
guard was putting up a splendid game, but she was always just a breath
too late. Laura saw that the doctor's daughter was keyed up for fine
work, and she let her have the ball once more.

Nell dashed first to the left, then to the right; she completely lost
her guard, and the guard from the other side ran in to intercept her.
This is not altogether good basketball, and it gave Nell a splendid
opening.

"Shoot it here, Nell!" cried Laura.

The ball passed through the hands of three Central High girls--a triple
play often practiced on their own court--and then--plop! into the
basket! Another goal to their score.

Time and again the Lumberport team came near to making a goal; but at
the end the tally stood with the visitors eight points ahead of their
opponents, after a fifteen-minute session that abounded in good plays
and vigorous action.

The crowd from Central High certainly were in fine fettle when they
marched down to the dock and went aboard their steamer. There was a
fine spread in the cabin and Chet Belding made a speech. That was
arranged for beforehand and most of Chet's speech dealt with "Why
Prettyman Sweet Eats So Much." Pretty was used to being joked, and
didn't mind it much as long as Chet was talking and _he_ could
continue to graze at his pleasure upon the good things on the table.

"Only, I say!" he exclaimed, when Chet's speech was concluded, "I
don't see why I am always selected to point a mowal and adorn a tale.
Weally, I don't eat so much more than anybody else--according to my
height."

"That's right, Purt!" cried Lance. "There's a lot of you--lengthwise!"

"And just think what a thin shell you've got," cackled Billy Long.
"That's why it takes so much to fill you up, old boy."

"Don't carp and criticise, Billy-boy," said his sister, Alice. "I
notice that a good deal goes onto your plate, too--and you haven't
arrived at Purt's age yet."

"Don't talk to Billy about ages," giggled Bobby. "He can't remember
anybody's age. I bet he couldn't tell how old Methuselah was."

"Give it up! Didn't know the gentleman. What team did _he_ play on?"
asked Billy, with his mouth full.

"Methuselah was 969 years old," declared Purt, seriously.

"Pshaw, Purt! was that it?" demanded Billy.

"I always thought that was his telephone number."

The moon was up in all her October glory when the young folk crowded
upon the upper deck. There was a big gramophone on the boat and they
had music, and singing, and the trip home was as enjoyable as it could
be. The day, too, was a red letter one for the basketball team of
Central High. From that time they began to win all along the line in
the inter-school series.

They won from both East and West Highs during that month, and tied
Keyport when that team came to the Hill to play them. The score of
games played that fall showed Central High third on the list at the
end of October, whereas they had been fifth. Keyport was in the lead
and East High second; for in playing with other teams these two
schools almost always won.

Chet Belding kept in touch with Hebe Pocock's condition at the
hospital and occasionally sent the injured fellow some fruit and other
delicacies. Once when he went to ask after Hebe the doctor told the
boy to go up to the accident ward and see him.

"He's been asking after you. Wants to thank you for the stuff you've
sent in. He's a pretty tough citizen, is Hebe," laughed the doctor.
"But he has some gratitude in his make-up."

Chet went up and found that Hebe and the man Billson were pretty good
friends, being in neighboring beds. In fact, Billson was now up and
about the ward and would soon be allowed to leave the hospital; but it
would be some time yet before Hebe could walk.

"It jest dishes me about gittin' that job at the young ladies'
gymnasium, heh?" said Hebe. "Did they put that Jackway out?"

"Why, no," said Chet, puzzled a bit by the young man's manner and
look. "Why should they?"

"He warn't no good," grunted Hebe. "You bet, if I'd had his job,
nobody would have got in there and cut up all that stuff without my
knowin' who did it."

"Perhaps he _does_ know who did it," said Chet, slowly.

Pocock flashed him a sudden look of interest. "He ain't said so, has
he?"

"Well--no."

"And they ain't give him the bounce?"

"My father says he doesn't think Jackway is to blame."

"Huh!" grumbled Hebe. "Maybe I'll git that job yet."

"How do you expect to do it?" demanded Chet.

"Never you mind. Henry Grimes has got some influence, I reckon, an' he
said I should have it."

"I guess they'll keep on Jackway. I wouldn't think of it, if I was
you," said Chet, seriously.

"Say! that fellow's a dub!" growled Hebe, and became silent.

Chet talked with the squatter, Billson, as they walked down the long
ward together.

"He's always goin' on about that job at the gym.," chuckled Billson,
with a hitch of his shoulder toward Hebe's bed. "He was talkin' to
Miss Grimes about it when she was in to see me the other day. That's a
fine gal--Miss Grimes."

"I'm glad you find her so," returned Chet, but with considerable
surprise.

"Nobody really knows who did that mean job in the girls' gymnasium,
eh?"

"Well--some of us suspect pretty hard," said Chet, slowly.

Billson looked at him, screwing up his eyes tight. "Mebbe I could find
out, Mr. Belding."

"How could you?" demanded Chet, quickly.

"That's telling. Perhaps I know something. I'd do a good deal to clear
Miss Grimes of all this suspicion. Oh, I've heard the doctors and
nurses talking about it."

"Say! do you think it would help clear her of suspicion if you found
out the truth?" demanded Chet, in wonder.

"Huh! why not?" returned Billson. "I guess you're one of these crazy
folk that think she did it?"

"No. But I bet she knows who _did_ do it," blurted out Chet.

"Good-day, young man!" snapped Billson. "I guess you ain't interested
in what I know," and he turned on his heel and limped away up the
ward.

But Chet went out, feeling very much puzzled, and proceeded to take
Mother Wit into his confidence. If Hester was innocent of even the
smallest part in that affair, the whole school--and people outside the
school, too--were treating Hester very unfairly.

For by this time Hester Grimes scarcely had a speaking acquaintance
with the other girls of Central High, and she was welcome only at Lily
Pendleton's home.



CHAPTER XXI

WHAT HESTER DID


Dr. Agnew was very much troubled over his little patient down in the
tenements, and he told Nellie about it one evening after supper.

"I have had to insist that the child be taken to the hospital," said
the good doctor. "That almost broke his mother's heart; but their
rooms were not sufficiently airy. And then, the child is suffering
from pernicious anæmia, and unless he mends he will die, anyway."

"That is an awful hard name to call little Johnny, Daddy Doctor," said
Nellie.

"It is awfully hard for little Johnny, that's a fact," said the
doctor, thoughtfully. "It is awfully hard for his mother, who, like
the plucky widow she is, has struggled so hard to bring those children
to where they are. Bill, of course, has helped her; but Bill isn't
much smarter in some ways than silly Rufe. The widow's done it all;
and she's just wrapped up in Johnny."

"How cruel for anything to happen to him!" sighed Nellie.

"It looks so. We can't see things in their true light very often, I
suppose. It takes a Divine Eye to see straight," and the doctor wagged
his head. "Here's this poor woman would give her heart's blood--that's
the expression she uses--to save the little fellow. But her blood won't
do. She is not in a healthy condition herself. And Johnny needs
perfectly healthy, normal blood----"

"My goodness, Daddy Doctor!" exclaimed Nellie, with a shiver. "How you
do talk!"

"Eh?"

"As though anybody's blood could help poor Johnny."

"Ah! but that's just it, Nellie. Somebody's blood _would_ help poor
little Johnny. A pint or so of somebody's healthy, red blood----"

"How horrid!" cried the girl, trying to jump off the chair; but her
father's big hand held her.

"Wait. Don't be a ridiculous Miss Nancy!" he said, with a chuckle.
"You are as much a surgeon's daughter as a doctor's daughter, I hope."

"I'm proud that you heal folk of diseases, Daddy Doctor," she said,
laughing faintly. "But you talk now just like a butcher."

"No. The transfusion of blood is one of the most wonderful and blessed
discoveries of recent years. Perhaps not a discovery; but the proper
way to do it is a recent discovery. And that is what we want to try on
little Johnny at the hospital."

"Oh, Daddy!" gasped Nellie, at last seeing that he was in earnest.

"Johnny's condition is such that he needs good, red corpuscles pumping
through his veins, and without a proper amount or a proper quality of
blood, he cannot live. The nourishment he can take is insufficient to
make this blood. What he must have is now in the possession of some
other person. We must find that person very quickly--or not at all."

"Oh, Daddy Doctor!" she whispered. "_I_ could never do a thing like
that!"

"I should say not," responded her father, quickly. "Don't make this a
personal matter, Kitten. You need every ounce of blood you've got for
yourself. You have been perilously near the anæmic state yourself in
times past. This athletic business and the resultant hearty appetite
you maintain has been the salvation of you, Nellie girl.

"Ah! we need a robust, healthy young person who would be willing to
give a quantity of blood and not miss it. And I venture to say it's
healthy blood that gives her that color, despite the fact that you
Miss Namby-pambies consider it 'coarse' and 'horrid' to have a red
face."

"Hester!" exclaimed Nellie.

The doctor nodded, then fell into silence again.

It was the next afternoon that they proposed taking little Johnny
Doyle to the hospital. The good doctor was at the widow's waiting for
the ambulance when Hester Grimes came in. The widow was wailing as
though her heart were broken; for with people of this degree of
intelligence, to take a patient to the hospital is equal to signing
his death warrant.

"Ochone! Ochone! I'll never see me little Johnny runnin' around the
flure again," she said to Hester. "He's goin' jest like his poor
feyther."

"What nonsense you're talking, Mrs. Doyle!" cried Hester, cheerfully.
"He'll come back to you as chipper as a sparrow. Won't he, Dr. Agnew?"

"So I tell her--if God wills," added the physician in a lower tone.

Hester glanced at him sharply and then walked to the front room window
where Dr. Agnew sat.

"What is it he needs, Doctor?" she asked, in a low voice. "His
mother's always talking so wild I cannot make head nor tail of it. She
says you want to put new blood in him."

"That is it exactly," said Dr. Agnew, his eyes twinkling. "A pint of
blood such as your veins carry in such abundance might save Johnny's
life."

"Do you mean that, Doctor?"

"Yes, Miss Hester."

"Then he can have it," returned the girl, quietly. "You can take it
now, for all I care."

The doctor jumped up and walked back and forth across the room. Then
he saw Hester stripping up her sleeve.

"No, no," he said. "It isn't as easy as all that. And I'm not sure I'd
be doing right to let you do it----"

"I guess you're not _my_ conscience, Dr. Agnew," said Hester, in her
usual brusque way.

"No; but I have a conscience of my own," said the doctor, grimly.
"This isn't a thing to be done in a minute, or in a corner, young
lady. It includes one of the very nicest of surgical operations. It
will keep you out of school for some time. It will keep you at the
hospital. It will, indeed, keep you in bed longer than you care to
stay, perhaps."

"Is it dangerous?"

"To you? No. Not in any appreciable degree. You are a full-blooded
girl. You can spare much more than Johnny needs----"

"Then let it be done," said Hester, firmly.

"We'll have to see what your mother and father say."

"You leave that to me," said Hester. "I know how to manage them."

Dr. Agnew looked at her for a moment with his brow wrinkled and his
lips pursed up. "I'm not sure whether, if you were my daughter, I
should be most proud of you, or afraid for you," he said.

She only looked puzzled by his speech. "What do you want me to do?"
she asked, finally.

"Come here to the light," the doctor said, rummaging in his kit for a
tiny instrument. He held her thumb firmly. "It will only be a needle
prick."

"Go ahead," said Hester.

He shot the needle into the ball of her thumb and drew out a drop or
two of blood in the glass bulb of the syringe.

"We'll just find out what _this_ tells about you in the laboratory,"
said the doctor. "I'm much mistaken if it doesn't tell a good story,
Hester Grimes. Then I'll come and see your father and mother this
evening."

"You needn't bother if you're going to be busy," observed Hester,
coolly. "They will give their permission. When will you want me at the
hospital?"

"You will sleep there to-night under the care of one of our very
nicest nurses--Miss Parraday," said the doctor, smiling again. "And our
little boy here--God willing--shall have a chance for life."



CHAPTER XXII

WHAT MR. BILLSON COULD TELL


The champion basketball team of Central High was holding its own, and
even gaining a point or two now and then in the trophy series; but it
seemed impossible for the hard-working girls to change their standing
in the schedule of the teams. They remained Number 3.

They could beat West High and Lumberport High School teams every time
they played with them; but it was a hard struggle for Laura and her
mates to break even with East High or Centerport, and the Keyport
girls almost always downed them.

"It's a boiling shame!" cried Bobby Hargrew, one day at Laura's, when
some of the team were talking matters over. "We're getting swiped----"

"Goodness me, Bobby!" gasped Laura.

"_Don't_ let poor mother hear you use such dreadful language. It
positively hurts her to have Chet use slang; and you are worse than he
is."

"One would think that you had never been under the benign influence of
Miss Carrington," chuckled Jess Morse.

"Bah!" retorted Bobby. "I don't know but I feel a good deal like my
little cousin Effie about education. You know, Effie is only six. The
other day her mother had company and her mother and the other lady
were talking about something that they didn't want 'little pitchers'
to understand. So they spelled some of the words instead of speaking
them out, and Effie listened with both eyes and mouth wide open. But
she couldn't catch the meaning of the spelled words. Finally she got
mad and went out to her papa on the porch and says she:

"'Daddy, there's altogether too much education in this house!'

"And I'm getting so saturated with Gee Gee's English and Dimple's
Latin, and Miss Gould's French, that positively I _have_ to let off
steam by using slang," concluded Bobby.

"Just keep your slang for other places then, Bobby," said Laura.
"Mother is likely to overhear you----"

"And Laura's pretty prim and particular herself," laughed Dora
Lockwood.

Jess began to giggle. "She's getting literary, I understand," she
said. "So Mammy Jinny says. I heard her grumbling to herself only this
morning when Jinny was 'ridding up' the living room here. She says:

"'Dese yere literary folk is suah a trouble. Leabin' books, an'
papers, an' pen an' ink eroun' fo' odder folks to pick up.'"

"'Is Laura literary, Mammy?' I asked her.

"'Suah is,' says Mammy Jinny. 'Littahs t'ings all ober de house!'"

When the laugh against her had subsided, Laura said:

"But what good is it to boil, Bobby, if we can't win games? To reach
the top and win the trophy, we must win every game of the series from
now on."

"And a fat chance we've got to do that!" exclaimed Bobby, scornfully.

"Four of them are as good as won," said Dora, confidently. "Those with
the West High and Lumberport teams."

"Don't be too sure of the Lumberport team," advised Laura. "It
improves all the time."

"We can beat it if Roberta keeps up her end," declared Jess.

"But how about Keyport and East High?"

"Keyport has outplayed us all but one game," complained Dorothy
Lockwood. "East High has beaten us two games and one was a draw. But
we _have_ beaten them and we ought to be able to do it again."

"That's when Hester was on the team," said Laura, quietly.

Bobby stood up and smote her two hands together loudly.

"If we only had Hester back!" she cried.

"Why, Bobby!" cried Jess.

"I don't care. It's so. I don't like Hester; but I hate to see Central
High lose the trophy for the need of another good player."

Nellie Agnew was just coming in and she heard part of what Bobby said.

"Oh, girls!" she cried. "Do you know where Hester is?"

"She wasn't at school to-day," said Dora.

"Nor yesterday," added her twin.

"Nor the day before that," cried Laura. "What's happened to her?"

"She is in the hospital," said Nellie, solemnly.

"My goodness me! what for?" gasped Bobby Hargrew.

Nellie told them. Indeed, she expatiated on the affair to the full.
Hester had displayed a quality of courage that appealed strongly to
the doctor's daughter. It was no brave act inspired by impulse, and
"of the minute." It took right down moral courage to do what Hester
had done.

"The transfusion of blood was accomplished yesterday. The operation
was entirely successful. Hester and Johnny are side by side in little
narrow beds in the children's ward of the hospital. Daddy Doctor let
me in to peek at them," said Nellie, her eyes full of tears.

"That girl's just splendid! Johnny is going to live and be strong
again, the doctors say. Oh! I feel so _little_ when I think of Hester.
I'm so sorry I signed that round robin, or said anything against her
being on the team. I--I wish we had her back."

"So--so do I," exclaimed Dora, and Dorothy echoed her twin's desire.

"I wouldn't mind if old Hess was playing with us," said Bobby, with a
grin. "Huh! I guess I was the first one to say so."

And this last incident marked the further--and stronger--interest the
boys and girls of Central High had centered in the City Hospital.

Laura and Chet had not forgotten Mr. Billson's odd remarks about the
gymnasium mystery and Chet had gone again and again to the hospital to
sound the man who had been so badly injured in the forest fire. But
Billson was hard to approach. He considered Chet one of those who
believed Hester Grimes guilty of instigating the raid on the
gymnasium. Billson had acquired a fierce admiration for Hester, and it
made him angry with anybody who expressed a doubt of her entire
innocence of the crime which Rumor laid at her door.

But suddenly public opinion veered clear around. The story of little
Johnny Doyle's necessity and how Hester had volunteered to come to his
aid spread about the Hill section of Centerport almost as quickly as
had the story of the gymnasium mystery.

"What do you think?" Billson asked Chet Belding, when the boy visited
him and Hebe Pocock again--but this was out of Hebe's hearing. "What do
you think--that a girl like this would hire a foolish boy to do such
dirty work? If Miss Grimes had wanted to bust up that gymnasium, you
bet she'd have had the pluck to go and do it herself! That's my
opinion."

"Well, Rufe was there," said Chet, quietly.

"Where?"

"In the gym. The first night the things were disturbed. Bill Jackway
admits that. They've got time-clocks for him and he goes all over the
building several times a night, now; and they have let him hire
another man to help him on the field during the day. But he says that
he let Rufe out at midnight because the boy was scared and wanted to
go home. And the second time, Rufe could have slipped in when Bill had
the door ajar, and afterward got out of the window and walked backward
to the field fence. Oh, he could have done it."

"But why mix Hester Grimes up with it?" growled Billson.

"Rufe would never have thought of the thing himself, I don't believe.
And Hester threatened to 'fix' all the girls, and said she hated them,
and the gym., and the whole thing."

"Guess she was mad," said the man.

"Quite likely. She sure wasn't _glad_," returned the boy, drily.

"And I suppose you think," said Mr. Billson, scowling, "that she is
doing all this for the Doyles to pay Rufus for his monkey-shines, eh?"

"No I never said such a thing," cried the indignant Chet.

"Then what? If folks have really got anything against Miss Hester, why
don't they come out square and say so? This hinting at things--going
'all 'round Robin Hood's barn'--gets my goat--it does so!"

"I guess the girls of Central High feel a whole lot differently toward
Hester than they did," admitted Chet. "At least, they talk
differently."

And it was a fact. While Chet and Billson were talking the basketball
team had gathered at the Belding house and had concocted another
"round robin." But this one was couched in quite different language
from the first that had been presented to their physical instructor.
This time both Lily Pendleton and Roberta Fish signed the paper, which
was an unequivocal request that Hester Grimes be invited to take her
old position on the team.

Hester had not come back to school yet; the doctor would not allow it.
But she was taking her lessons at home. Johnny Doyle was well on the
way to recovery and all Hester needed was a little rest, the doctor
said, to put her in as good condition as usual.

The round robin went to Mrs. Case and, after an interview with the
principal, Mrs. Case went again to call on Hester at her home.

"Ain't she the greatest girl you ever heard of, Mis' Case?" demanded
Mrs. Grimes, fluttering about as she ushered the teacher into Hester's
presence. "Me and her father can't do a thing with her when Hess is
set on doing anything she wants to do. And this at the hospital--well,
if we say a thing about it she gets that mad!"

"How-do, Mrs. Case?" yawned Hester, who had been reading, curled up in
the window-seat. "Do take that easy chair. Mother! I declare--you have
got a grease spot on that wrapper."

"Oh, excuse me!" exclaimed the simple Mrs. Grimes. "I'll go change it
for a fresh one."

Thus her daughter got her out of the room before Mrs. Case began to
talk. And, indeed, it was Hester herself who began the conversation in
her usual abrupt way.

"I don't know how you feel towards me, Mrs. Case, but I know I was
impudent to you when you were here before. But you said you could show
me how to get back on the basketball team, and I guess I _do_ want to
get back--if it isn't too late?" she concluded, wistfully.

"That's what I've come to talk about," said Mrs. Case, promptly. "The
girls want you back----"

"Oh, no!" exclaimed Hester, in surprise.

"Oh, yes!" returned the teacher, smiling, and bringing out the paper
the members of the team had signed. She put it into Hester's hand; the
girl read it quickly and then turned her face away so that Mrs. Case
should not see her eyes for a moment.

"They say they need me!" Hester said, in a choked tone.

"Yes," returned the teacher, simply.

"That they can't win the trophy without me," added Hester, devouring
the writing again.

"Yes."

"And they don't say a word about that foolish business at the
hospital. Folks talk too much about that," said Hester, recovering her
usual manner. "If these girls really want me to help the team, I'll
play."

"They want you, Hester, for just that purpose. If they have more
kindly feelings toward you than they have had of late, that is between
them and you. But as for your joining the team again----"

"Yes, Mrs. Case?"

"You must remember the rules and play the game in a sportsmanlike
manner," declared the instructor firmly. "You understand me?"

"Yes, Mrs. Case," returned the girl, hanging her head.

"Then I shall expect you to appear for practice just as soon as Dr.
Agnew allows you to take up that work," said the teacher, rising
briskly. "And I shall be glad to have you back on the first team," she
added, giving Hester's hand a hearty squeeze.



CHAPTER XXIII

CLIMBING UP


By the middle of the next week Hester was playing regularly in her old
position on the basketball team. Roberta Fish had dropped back into
the second team with all the grace of the sweet-tempered girl she was.

"I'm only too glad she's come back," said Roberta, referring to Hester
Grimes. "It's much more important that Central High should win that
beautiful silver trophy than for _me_ to have the honor of playing on
the champion team."

"You're a good sort, Roberta," said Bobby Hargrew, admiringly. "Now,
I'd be _mad_ if they'd asked me to step down and let somebody take my
place."

"No," said Laura. "You'd be loyal, too, Bobby."

"And that's the A. B. C. of athletics, child," said Nellie Agnew,
remembering very clearly what the doctor had said to her weeks before
on the subject.

"'A. B. C.,' indeed!" sniffed Bobby. "You make me feel like a primary
kid again, I declare!"

Jess Morse began to laugh. "Some of these primary kids, as Bobby calls
them, are pretty smart. Allison Mapes--you know her?--who teaches the
first grade, was telling of a little Bohemian boy in her class. He is
smart as a whip, but English is quite a paralyzing language to him.
She asked him the other day:

"'Ivan, what is a calf?'

"And the boy answered: 'Missis, that's the child of a cow and the back
of your leg!'"

When the laugh over this had subsided Laura spoke seriously. They were
talking in one of the small offices of the school, having retired to
discuss the forthcoming games.

"It isn't all plum cake and lemonade, girls, even to beat West High
and Lumberport----"

"Oh, my!" croaked Bobby. "See what we did to West High last time
without Hester."

"That was a fluke," declared the captain.

"Why, they're babies!" said Josephine Morse, confidently. "And
Lumberport as well."

"Don't get the idea in your head that we are going to whip any team so
easily. That's when we are going to lose," urged Laura. "Being too
sure is as bad as being careless in your play."

"Now she is hitting _me_," grumbled her chum.

"Well, Jess, if the cap fits, put it on."

"But do let us encourage ourselves, Mother Wit," cried one of the
twins. "Goodness knows, we need it."

"That's right," said her sister. "We've had _such_ bad luck!"

"Aw, she's a regular old croaker!" shouted Bobby, dancing up and down.
"We are going to win every game from now on!"

"Hush!" exclaimed Laura. "We're making too much noise. Somebody will
come and put us out."

"Nope. Nobody here but John, the janitor. Gee Gee's gone home, you
bet. I wish those other girls would come and we could get down to
business."

"You look out, Bobby. If you get black marks again maybe _you'll_ be
taken off the team for the rest of the term."

"Oh, oh!" cried the irrepressible. "Don't say such a thing."

"That would be too mean!" cried Dora.

"Indeed it would!" added her sister.

They were all making a deal of noise. As Laura said, "one could
scarcely hear one's self think." And noise was not allowed in the
school building, whether in classes, or out. Suddenly, at the height
of the revelry, there came a stern knock on the door. Behind the thick
oak the startled girls heard a sharp voice exclaim:

"Young ladies!"

"Oh, gee!" gasped Bobby.

"Hush!" commanded Laura.

"Shucks! Somebody's fooling us," cried Bobby, springing to the door.
"Who's there?" she shouted.

"It is me--Miss Carrington," said the muffled voice.

For a breath the other girls were stricken dumb when the name of the
strict disciplinarian of the school was spoken. But it was Bobby who
recovered her speech first, and she broke into a loud laugh.

"Go 'way!" she cried. "You can't fool us. If it was Gee Gee she would
have said: 'It is I'!"

"Oh, my goodness! suppose it _should_ be Miss Carrington?" gasped
Nellie, in horror.

But the sounds outside the door ceased. Bobby, after a trembling
moment, snapped open the lock and unlatched the door. The corridor was
empty. But in a moment Hester Grimes appeared from the stairway and
approached the meeting place of the team.

"You said you wanted everybody here, Laura," she said. "But did you
have Miss Carrington at your meeting?"

"Miss Carrington!" they shrieked in chorus.

"Yes. I just met her. And she had the funniest look on her face. What
was the matter with her?" demanded Hester.

"Oh, my soul!" groaned Jess. "I can tell you what the matter is. Bobby
just corrected Miss Carrington's English. What do you know about
_that_?"

But the occasion was not one for laughter or joking now. That had
surely been Miss Carrington at the door, and the reckless Bobby had
called her "Gee Gee" to her face, and been saucy into the bargain!

"We're done for!" Dora Lockwood groaned. "Wait till assembly
to-morrow. Bobby will be called out before the whole school."

"Oh! she'd never be mean enough for that!" almost wept Dorothy.

"But something dreadful will happen to Bobby," urged Nellie.

"She'll be forbidden after-hour athletics, as sure as shooting!"
declared Jess Morse.

Bobby, for once, was stricken dumb. She saw in an instant all the
horrid possibilities of her reckless speech. Barred from the team for
the rest of the term would be the lightest punishment she could hope
for.

"And Gee Gee is always lying in wait for a chance to spoil our
athletics," wailed Lily Pendleton, who for once felt the sorrows of
her fellows.

Hester wanted to know what it all meant, and they told her.

"She certainly _did_ look funny when I met her on the stairs,"
admitted the butcher's daughter. "And you told her she couldn't be
herself because she said, 'It is me?' My! that must have been a shock
to her. One of her pupils correcting Miss Carrington's use of the
English language!"

"It isn't any laughing matter!" flared up Bobby.

"And I don't see that crying over it will help any," returned Hester,
grimly.

The team as a whole, however, was worried a good deal by Bobby's "bad
break." To be obliged to break in a new girl at Bobby's place would be
almost ruinous now. Just having gotten the team into shape once more,
it seemed an awful thing to contemplate.

But assembly passed the next morning without Mr. Sharp saying a word
about Bobby. The session dragged on till closing time without Gee
Gee's speaking to Bobby Hargrew. That very day East High was to come
to play the girls of Central High on their court.

The uncertainty, however, made Bobby less sure in classes, and she
came near to being held to make up her Latin. But she slipped through
somehow and ran away from the school building as hard as she could
run, for fear that Gee Gee would send for her at the last moment.

"Something's happened to her. She's had a change of heart. I'm afraid
she isn't well," gasped Bobby, once safely in the dressing room of the
gym. "She is _never_ going to overlook that awful break of mine--is
she?"

"You'd better walk a chalk line from now to the end of the term,"
advised Jess. "If she ever _does_ get you on any other matter she will
double your punishment. I believe she is ashamed to call you up for
what you said to her yesterday, because you caught her using language
unbecoming a purist."

"Be thankful, Bobby--and be good," advised Laura. "You have certainly
escaped 'by the skin of your teeth,' as the prophet has it. No, that
is not slang; it is Scripture. And do, _do_ be good for the rest of
this half."

"Oh, I'll be a lamb--a little, woolly lamb," groaned Bobby. "You see if
I'm not!"

The girls of Central High played a splendid game of basketball that
afternoon. They beat the East High team fairly and squarely, and their
winning this game put them up a notch in the series. They took East
High's place as Number 2. There was still the Lumberport and Keyport
teams to whip before Central High could win the trophy.



CHAPTER XXIV

HESTER WINS


The final games of the trophy series between the girls of the High
Schools of Centerport, Lumberport, and Keyport were played on the
grounds of Central High. It was verging on winter. Thanksgiving was at
hand, and the first basketball series must be out of the way before
the boys' big football games on Thanksgiving eve.

Although school athletics was much in the minds of the girls, those
who participated in the games had to stand well in their classes to
retain their positions on the teams. Books first, athletics afterward.
That was the iron-bound rule of the Girls' Branch Athletic League.

But most of the girls on the team of Central High were bright
scholars. Miss Grace G. Carrington was never "easy" on the athletic
girls. That wouldn't be her way. She usually seemed glad to put
obstacles in the way of those who she knew were so deeply interested
in athletics.

But aside from Bobby Hargrew, that last fortnight she had no chance to
demerit any of the basketball team. And--to the wonderment of the girls
themselves--she never said a word to Bobby regarding what had happened
when she, Miss Carrington, rapped on the office door.

Having whipped East High so decisively, Captain Laura and her mates
went at the Lumberport team with greater confidence. Lumberport was
not the weakest team in the league; but Central High had managed to
beat them in every previous game, and in this last one the home team
played such snappy basketball that the visitors never came near them
after the first toss-up.

It was a great game and the enthusiasm of the spectators increased
with every play. How the boys cheered! There was a big crowd of
spectators from Lumberport and they "rooted" for their home team.
Despite the excitement, however, there was not a moment's rough play.

Mrs. Case had watched Hester narrowly during these final games. There
had been moments when the big girl was crossed by circumstances, or by
her opponents, when--in the past--she might have flared up and said, or
done, something unpleasant. But Hester seemed to have gained some
control of her temper, and the hard places in the games were passed
over successfully.

It was a fact that Hester had very little in common with the rest of
her team-mates, save Lily. She did not put herself forward, and as
none of them had been her close friends before she was put off the
team, she still kept her distance now that she was back in harness
again.

At home Hester's mother was determined to make a heroine of her. Many
of the ladies of the Hill, who seldom before this had called on
easy-going, slip-shod Mrs. Grimes, came to see her now and praised
Hester's courage and her kindness to Johnny Doyle and his widowed
mother. Mrs. Grimes was, naturally, pleased at all this praise.

"I've a mind to give a party, so I have!" she said to Hester, one day.
"Your father could easy pay for as nice a party as was ever given on
the Hill. He needn't be stingy. And we could get to be friends with
all these nice folks----"

"Oh, Mother!" sighed Hester. "Don't be foolish. These people don't
really care a thing for us. They'd only laugh. Their houses are not
even furnished like ours----"

"I should say not!" cried Mrs. Grimes. "We have some of the most
expensive furnichoor you could buy at Stresch & Potter's----"

"Yes. At a department store. Nice people do not furnish their homes in
that way. The varnish smells too new on our chairs and tables. We are
too new. We never should have come to live on the Hill when father
made money."

"How ye talk!" exclaimed the astonished Mrs. Grimes. "Where would ye
have us live--at the Four Corners still?"

"Perhaps we wouldn't be so much like fish out of water there,"
grumbled Hester.

"I'm no fish, I'd have ye understand!" exclaimed Mrs. Grimes. "And
Mrs. Belding axed me to join a club--the New Century 'tis called. 'Tis
all women and our husbands haven't a livin' thing to say in it. I'm
goin' to join."

"The New Century!" exclaimed Hester, indeed surprised.

"Yes. I'd be glad to be in something that Henry couldn't poke his
finger into and boss," sighed the much harassed lady.

"But it's never the New Century?" cried Hester.

"Why not?"

"That's the most select club on the Hill. Lily's mother belongs, and
Mrs. Agnew, and all those folk."

"And why not _me_?" demanded her mother. "We've got as much money----"

"Hush! Stop talking about money if you want to be popular in the New
Century Club," said her daughter, who had learned a thing or two
herself of late. "That is what is the matter with us--we're proud of
our money."

"And why not? When Henry began with a shoestring."

"Well, don't be telling of it!" cried Hester. "These other people got
their money so long ago that they've forgotten how they got it. We
want to forget, too."

But Hester was learning lessons fast. It had amazed her to see how
people--and nice people, too--thought that what she had done for Johnny
Doyle was of serious importance; while her lavish expenditure of money
among her mates had heretofore won her few friends.

The fact that she had saved a man from the burning woods and carried
the warning of the forest fire, had made her friends, too. When she
had jumped into the sewer-basin after Johnny, Dr. Agnew seemed for the
first time pleased with her.

_It was unselfishness that counted!_

Hester Grimes had never thought of it before. She had never thought
out logically why Laura Belding was so popular, why Nellie Agnew was
liked so well, and what made the other girls cluster about
harum-scarum Bobby Hargrew. They were all unselfish girls, thoughtful
in their several ways for the comfort of others.

Hester was learning what really paid in life--especially in the life of
school and athletics. A good temper, a tongue without a barb to it,
and thoughtfulness for the comfort of others. Those attributes won out
among the girls of Central High--as they are bound to win out in every
walk in life.

And Hester Grimes had begun to conduct herself accordingly.

The final game of the series for the cup was slated for a certain
Friday afternoon. Colonel Richard Swayne--Laura Belding's very good
friend, and a liberal supporter of girls' athletics--had invited the
contesting basketball teams from all five High Schools to partake of a
collation in the big upper hall of Central High's new gymnasium, after
the final game. _That_ was to be played between the Keyport and
Central High teams.

Whichever of the two teams won would stand highest in the schedule of
the league, and to such winning team would be presented the trophy by
the president of the Board of Education.

There would be such a crowd to see the game that tickets had to be
issued, and those tickets went mostly to the girls who had competed in
the basketball series, for distribution among their parents and
friends. There was not so much cheering by the spectators at this
game, for the boys were cut out of it. There wasn't room for the
regular "rooters."

Many parents, however, who had not been attentive to the game before,
were in the seats provided now, to criticise the sport of which they
had heard so much. And everybody admitted that the two best teams of
the schools were now struggling for the trophy.

From the first toss-up the girls played with a snap and vigor that
amazed and delighted even their instructors. Trained as they had been
all the fall, there were few fouls to record, and very little
retarding of the game. The signals were passed silently and the girls
indulged in little talking. Unnecessary talking and laughter mars
basketball.

It was a pleasure to watch the lithe, vigorous young girls. They were
untrammeled by any foolish fashions, or demands of dress. Their bodily
movements were as free as Nature intended them to be. They jumped, and
ran, and threw, with a confidence that none but the well trained
athlete possesses.

The first half included a series of fierce rushes upon the Keyport
side for baskets; but Central High held them down. Hester played
brilliantly. Not once did she lose her temper, nor foul her opponent.
She blocked the attempts of the Keyport players to make goals, but the
referee did not catch her over-guarding or otherwise playing foul
basketball.

She really won the onlookers with her splendid form in playing. They
began cheering her particularly. Where Roberta Fish had been weak in
the mass plays, Hester was strong. The Keyport captain, remembering
that weak place in the former Central High line-up, forced the play
into Hester's territory.

"Oh, you Hester!" yelled Bobby, beside herself at last, with
enthusiasm. "You're a bear! Shoot it, Hessie! Let it come!"

But each time that the ball was shot for the basket, something
intervened. Once it went straight for the basket, rolled around the
rim, and dropped--to the floor without entering the receptacle!

The Central High rooters met this failure with a groan. But it was not
Hester's fault. She had done her best, and her shooting was as clean
as it could be.

The timekeeper's whistle called the play at the end of the half
without either side having made a point.

It had been a rasping game. Many times Hester Grimes had been tempted
to say something or do something that would be counted as "rough
play"; but she had restrained herself, and when she walked to the
dressing room she found Mrs. Case walking beside her with a hand upon
her shoulder.

"Good girl!" exclaimed the physical instructor of Central High. "Keep
it up, my dear, and you'll be the best player we have on the roll."

"But I didn't get a chance to do a thing!" grumbled Hester, shaking
her head.

"That is why I am praising you," said Mrs. Case, drily. "For what you
_didn't_ do. Keep it up. Restrain yourself as well for the rest of the
game. Your chance may come for a brilliant play; but if it doesn't,
keep a grip on yourself just the same."

Hester was secretly strengthened by this praise. She went out into the
field at the call of the gong for the second half with the
determination to deserve Mrs. Case's good word, whether the team won
or lost. And almost at first chance came Hester's way and she was
permitted to display a brilliant bit of play. It brought a goal for
Central High--the first scored in the game.

But the girls could not stop to cheer her. Laura nodded and smiled at
her, however, as the ball was brought back from the basket to be
tossed up. For some reason Hester began to feel a warm glow about her
heart. Her captain's commendation had never meant much to her before.

Up went the ball and Laura and the other jumping center did their best
to get it. The ball went from girl to girl, first in the hands of one
team, then in the other. The Keyport team almost made a goal; but they
were foiled by good guarding on Central High's part.

Up and down the field went the ball and the excitement grew moment by
moment. Two to nothing in favor of the home team! That was a situation
bound to create excitement both in the field and on the benches.

Suddenly the captain of the visiting team got the ball. She passed it
swiftly to her back center. Signaling one after the other of her
team-mates, the Keyport captain sent the ball from hand to hand
until--to the startled amazement of her opponents, the ball was in hand
for a clear throw. In another moment it was in the basket and the
score was tied again!

Four minutes more to play!

When the referee threw the ball up again every one of the eighteen
girls playing was on the _qui vive_. The subordinate players watched
their captains for signals. Central High got the ball. They rushed it
down the field. But the guarding of the Keyport team was too much for
them. They could not reach the basket.

Again and again was the ball passed back and forth. Once more the
Keyport captain shot it back for a clear throw. But Hester managed to
halt it. There were but a few moments of play left. It is not good
basketball to oppose other than one's immediate opponent; but for once
Hester went out of her field to stop the ball.

A side swipe, and the ball was hurtled directly into Laura's hands.
She turned and threw it swiftly, making the signal for the famous
massed play which was the strongest point in the game as played by
Central High.

Down the field the ball shot, from one to the other. Hester's quick
break in the Keyport plan had rattled the latter team for a moment.
And before the visitors recovered, the ball was hurtling through the
air straight for the basket.

The whistle blew. But the ball sped on. It struck the edge of the
basket; but the next breath it slid in and--_the game was won_!

Central High had outstripped its strongest opponent. The game won, so
was the series, and the beautiful cup would remain in the possession
of Central High.

"And all because of you, Hessie!" shouted Bobby, when they got back to
the dressing room. "You're a bully good sport! Isn't she, girls?"

"She won the game," declared Laura, coming forward to shake Hester's
hand.

They all had something nice to say to her. Hester couldn't reply. She
stood for a moment or two in the middle of the room, listening to
them; then she turned away and sought her own locker, for there were
tears in her eyes.



CHAPTER XXV

THE MYSTERY EXPLAINED


The boys, as has been said, were shut out from seeing the last
basketball game of the series. Chet Belding was at the hospital that
afternoon, having taken up some fruit to Hebe Pocock and Billson. The
latter would soon go out and would return to his burned-over clearing
in the woods.

"Guess that fire helped me as much as it hurt me. I'll have to build a
new shanty; but Doc Leffert was in here and said he'd rode over my
piece, and that my heaps of rubbish had burned clean and all I'd have
to do to clear my acres for corn would be to tam-harrow it."

"Hebe isn't getting along as fast as you do, Mr. Billson," said Chet,
in a low voice, for the Four Corners fellow was having a hard time to
even move about on crutches.

"Dunno as he deserves any better than he's got," said Billson,
grumpily.

"What you so cross about?" laughed Chet. "Surely you're not sore over
the way folks are treating Hester Grimes _now_? She comes pretty near
being the heroine of the Hill section."

"Ya-as. They praise her because she done what she did for little
Johnny Doyle. But many of 'em still think she set that foolish boy
onto raiding the girls' gymnasium."

"I don't know about that," confessed Chet, slowly. "Although we may
believe that Rufe had something to do with it, perhaps he did it,
after all, because he's not quite right in his head."

"Oh, shucks!" exclaimed Billson. "All because he was crying to be let
out of the gym. the night of the first raid?"

"Well, Jackway admits he was there," repeated Chet.

"And Jackway is a good deal of a fool, too," snarled Billson. "Say!
there's Rufe and his mother in the corridor now, going to see Johnny
in the children's ward. You bring Rufe into this ward for a minute. I
want to show you something."

Much puzzled, Chet Belding did as he was bid.

"Come here, Rufie," said Billson, beckoning to the gangling youth. "I
want to show you somebody. Come here."

Billson swung back a section of the screen that hid Hebron Pocock's
bed. The big fellow was lying there with his eyes closed, but he
opened them quickly when Rufe appeared, and scowled.

"Watcher want here, gooney?" he demanded.

Rufus sprang back and looked about for escape, his weak face working
pitifully. But Chet and Billson barred the way of escape. Rufe began
to snivel.

"What's the matter with you?" demanded Chet.

"Are you afraid of this man?" asked Billson.

Rufe nodded, and tried to crowd farther away from the bed.

"What you doing to that kid?" demanded Hebe, sitting up. "What's the
matter? Why! that's the softy I saw----"

"He's a bad man. He said he'd kill me if I told!" gasped Rufus.

"Where was that?" asked Billson, with his hand on the boy's arm. "Tell
us all about it. He sha'n't touch you, Rufie."

"Aw! I wouldn't have really hurt the gooney," growled Hebe.

"He was in the place where Uncle Bill watches. I hate that old
gymniasium! I wish it would burn down, so I do."

"And when you were in there that night this fellow was there?" asked
Billson, shaking the boy a little by the arm.

"Yes. And he broke things. And Uncle was worried afterward. But I
never told," Rufe urged, looking fearfully at Hebe. "I said I
wouldn't----"

"Aw, drop it! You've told on me now, haven't you?" demanded the fellow
from the Four Corners. "Well, it don't much matter, I reckon. I wanted
to queer that Jackway so he'd lose his job. Henry Grimes told me that
if he was discharged he'd speak a good word for me and I'd get it.
That's what I was after."

"Yah!" said Billson, with scorn. "You certainly are one mean
scoundrel, Pocock. And lettin' folks think mebbe Miss Hester was mixed
up in it. Nice feller, you are!"

"Well! I don't see where it's any of _your_ funeral," growled Pocock.
"You make me tired!"

But the result of Rufe's confession and Pocock's admission changed the
latter's place of abode rather suddenly. Both Chet and Billson decided
that the truth about the gymnasium raids should be made known at once,
and the Board of Education took the matter up promptly. Pocock found
himself in the infirmary of the county prison, with the chance of
serving three months at hard labor when the prison doctors pronounced
him able to work.

His attempt to work Jackway out of the job of watchman, so that he
could be appointed to the position, had acted like a boomerang. Hebron
Pocock was most thoroughly punished.

And Chet Belding hurried to spread the tidings of the discovery among
the girls of Central High, too. He got hold of Laura before the spread
the basketball teams were to enjoy, and she told Principal Sharp, who
was present. When he made his usual speech of welcome, he tacked onto
it a paragraph regarding the gymnasium mystery.

"Which is," said Mr. Sharp, "a mystery no longer. As I said when first
the matter was brought to my attention, no pupil of Central High,
either male or female, could be guilty of such an abominable crime.
Such a malicious piece of mischief had to be originated in a perverted
mind; and we have no such minds at Central High."

"But it has furnished excitement enough for us all to last for the
rest of the winter," said Laura, later, to her immediate friends. "I'm
so glad for Hester! But we've all been stirred up enough about it, I
guess. No more excitement this term, girls!"

Whether Laura's wish came true, or not, the reader will be able to
find out for herself in the perusal of the next volume of this series,
entitled "The Girls of Central High on the Stage; Or, The Play That
Took the Prize."

None of them looked forward to a really "tame" winter, however. There
would be other basketball games, and plenty of out-of-door sports as
well. As Bobby Hargrew said:

"It's all right to say that school takes up all our time; but it's the
fun we get out of school that makes Latin, and French, and
mathematics, and--and--Gee Gee bearable! My! suppose we didn't have
athletics at all?"

"That would certainly be a state of existence perfectly unbearable--for
you, Bobby," Nellie Agnew said, gravely. "You'd burst, wouldn't you?"

"Into flinders!" agreed Bobby. "Athletics is the 'scape-valve for
me--and I guess it is for some of the rest of you. Now, tell the
truth!"

And her friends had to admit the truth of her declaration.

THE END



THE NAN SHERWOOD SERIES

By Annie Roe Carr

12 mo, cloth, illustrated, and colored jacket

In Annie Roe Carr we have found a young woman of wide experience among
girls--in schoolroom, in camp and while traveling. She knows girls of
to-day thoroughly--their likes and dislikes--and knows that they
demand almost as much action as do the boys. And she knows
humor--good, clean fun and plenty of it.

  NAN SHERWOOD AT PINE CAMP
    or The Old Lumberman's Secret

  NAN SHERWOOD AT LAKEVIEW HALL
    or The Mystery of the Haunted Boathouse

  NAN SHERWOOD'S WINTER HOLIDAYS
    or Rescuing the Runaways

  NAN SHERWOOD AT ROSE RANCH
    or The Old Mexican's Treasure

  NAN SHERWOOD AT PALM BEACH
    or Strange Adventures Among the Orange Groves



Transcriber's notes:

Original publication data:
  Publisher: The World Syndicate Publishing Co., Cleveland, O.
  Copyright: 1914, by Grosset & Dunlap
  Printer: The Commercial Bookbinding Co., Cleveland, O.





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