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_ CHAPTER XXIV. CONCLUSION Then the end came. Pascal sank back on his seat with a groan when he had put in the last dip of his paddle that could do any good. Frantic indeed was the cheering, and now once more came the deafening screech of whistles. From the judges' launch, as soon as the din had died down a bit, came the announcement through a megaphone: "Gridley High School wins by three quarters of a length." Dick heard the news, then ordered quietly: "Paddle---easily." A turn of his own blade swung the prow around so that the "Scalp-hunter" glided in toward the hotel landing float. To-day he had no jubilant mob of Gridleyites to fear in the excess of their joy. Only some very gentle friends of their own town came hurrying forward to congratulate them. But Dr. Bentley gripped Dick's arm as soon as that young man stepped from the canoe. "Bring your crew along and follow me, Prescott," whispered the physician. "You are a limp-looking lot. That was a wild, splendid finish, but I fear you may have put it too hard to your crew. I want to examine you all, to make sure that not too much harm has been done by your desperate 'kill yourself' order." Dr. Bentley led the way to the boathouse, while a hotel employ took charge of the "Scalp-hunter." He listened briefly at each boy's heart, then made them all sit still for ten minutes. At the end of that time he examined them again as to heart beat. Half an hour later he made a third examination. "I don't believe anyone of you has sustained any lasting injury," said Dr. Bentley at last. "But, Prescott, don't you ever dare give a 'kill yourself' order again. That is my order, and an emphatic one. You may recall that I happen to be medical director of the Gridley High School Athletic Association. If you youngsters ever try a pace like that again, then undoubtedly you will all be disqualified from future athletic events. Don't forget." After that lecture Dick & Co. were allowed to sponge with hot water, rub down and put on ordinary clothing. Then they went forth to meet their friends. Ted Pascal, however, was the first to rush forward. He had been waiting for their appearance. "Prescott, you're a great fellow as a crew captain!" the big chief of the Trentvilles declared. "I was sure we had you beaten, and even now I can't imagine how you left us to the rear. But it was a great race, and I congratulate you!" "And we all thank you for your good will," Dick answered promptly. "Truth to tell, Pascal, I thought, too, that you almost had us beaten." "Almost?" echoed Ted. "Why not wholly?" "Because Gridley is never quite beaten. It's our way, you know---one that was adopted by a past generation of Gridley boys and has been lived up to ever since." "I've heard a lot about that 'Gridley way,'" laughed Ted Pascal, "but to-day was the first time that I've ever had it played on me." "Do you play football?" asked Dick. "No." "Baseball?" "I tried, but couldn't make the nine," Pascal confessed. "Then I don't know that you're likely to have the 'Gridley' way played upon you again not unless you meet some of our girls in a tennis game." The two crews mingled, passing some ten minutes in talk and in good-humored chaff. But at last Dick broke away and drew out from the canoe talk as he saw Laura, Belle, Susie and the other girls awaiting them at a point farther up in the hotel grounds. "I know the girls have been waiting to speak to us," Dick told his chums, "and they've been mighty kind to us. Come along." "We thought you would never get around to talking with poor mortals like us," Laura admitted, as the boys joined the high school girls. "It was mainly your father's fault," Dick laughingly, protested. "How was that?" "You'll have to ask him. Perhaps we're not at liberty to reveal what the Athletic Association's medical director had to say to us." "Especially when it's in the nature of a 'roast,'" added Danny Grin. "If my father was severe with any of you I am certain that he had good reason," replied Laura gravely, though her eyes twinkled. "But what a splendid race you made against Trentville and at one time we felt sure that you were beaten." "We all felt the same way at one time," Tom Reade interjected. "All except Dick," added Darry. "Why, if anyone were to kill Dick Prescott, Dick would insist on the fellow coming around the next day and proving his death." "It was a splendid race, anyway," Belle glowed. "Do you notice anything, boys?" "Where?" asked Tom, looking blankly around. "Anything about us?" Susie put in. "Nothing," drawled Tom, "except that you're the finest, daintiest and sweetest-looking lot of girls we know. But that's true every other day in the week." "We didn't ask you anything like that," Susie pouted, "though doubtless it's all true enough. But don't you notice what we're all wearing?" "I think I see what you mean," Greg suggested hopefully. "Each one of you is wearing the Gridley High School pin." "Correct!" assented Susie warmly. "But can't you guess why we're wearing the pins? It's because when Gridley boys can win such a race as you won to-day it's a real honor to wear the pin." "And a bigger honor to have it worn on our account," Dick laughed. "I was waiting to see who would be the first boy to say something really nice!" cried Clara Marshall. "Have you heard of any more canoe clubs coming this way---high school clubs with which you could arrange races?" asked Laura. "No," said Dick, with a shake of his head. "Even if there were a dozen coming here I'm afraid we'd have to lose the chance." "Why?" asked Belle quickly. "Because we can remain here only two or three days longer." "Oh, that's a shame," broke in Susie. "Do you really have to go back to Gridley?" "Yes," said Dick solemnly. "Is the reason one that you may properly tell us?" Laura inquired. "It's one that we're not ashamed of, because we can't help it," Prescott rejoined. "Our vacation up here is nearly at an end just because our funds are in the same plight---nearly at an end, you see." "Oh, what a shame!" cried Clara sympathetically. "To be short of money is more than a shame," blurted Tom Reade. "It is a crime, or ought to be. No one has any right to be poor---but what can we do?" "Oh, well, there are plenty of pleasant times to be had in good old Gridley in the summer time," Dick declared stoutly. "And we shall have our canoe there." While chatting the young people had been walking up through the hotel grounds until now they stood just behind the stone wall that separated the ground from the road. "Why---look what's coming!" urged Dave Darrin, in a voice expressive of mock interest. All looked, of course. Fred Ripley, his hat drawn down over his eyes, came trudging along. In one hand he carried a dress suit case, and from the way his shoulder sagged on that side, the ease appeared to be heavy. On young Ripley's face was a deep scowl. "Judging from his appearance," suggested Tom Reade, "Rip is walking all the way to the Land of Sweet Tempers. Probably he's doing it on a wager, and is just beginning to realize what a long road lies ahead of him. I wonder if he'll, arrive at his destination during his lifetime?" Fred's shoes, usually so highly polished, were already thick with dust. His collar, ordinarily stiff and immaculate, was sadly wilted and wrinkled. His whole air was one of mingled dejection and rage. "I wonder what can have happened to him?" asked Susie curiously. "I think his conscience may be chasing him," smiled Dick. What really had happened was that Squire Ripley had been present when his son had made a very disrespectful answer to a white-haired man, one of the guests at the Lakeview House where the Ripleys were stopping. In a great rage the lawyer had decided to send his son home for that act of gross disrespect to the aged. To make the punishment more complete, Mr. Ripley had ordered his son to make the long journey on foot over the hills to the railway station. Only enough money had been handed the young man to buy his railway ticket home. The dress suit case had been added in order to make his progress more difficult. "A young man who cannot treat the aged with proper respect must be dealt with severely," said Lawyer Ripley to his son. "You will reach home fagged out from your long tramp. For your fare, until your mother and I return, you will have to depend on such food as the servants at home can spare you from their larder. Don't you dare order anything from the stores to be charged against me. Now, go home, drowse out your summer in the hot town and reflect on what a mean cad you have shown yourself to be to-day." While Fred was thinking this all over he glanced up suddenly, to see fourteen pairs of Gridley eyes fixed upon him. The young people, as soon as they found themselves observed, immediately turned their glances away from the sullen looking young pedestrian from their school. "I wonder what has happened to Fred Ripley?" Susie repeated, when the object of their remark was some distance away. "Something has gone very wrong with him. A blind man could see that much." During this time Fred was thinking to himself: "If the guv'nor subjects me to this degradation just for one sharp answer to an old man, what would that same guv'nor do to me if he knew all the things that I've been engaged in up here at the lake? What if he knew that I hired that farmer's son to swim under the float and attach that drag to the canoe? What would the guv'nor do if he knew that I tried to wreck Prescott's outfit?" Fred shivered at the mental prospect of his father's stern, grim wrath. But young Ripley, as sometimes happens, wasn't caught just then. He would go on for the present planning mean tricks against those whom he had no just reason to dislike. Yet his time was sure to come. Soon after Dick & Co. were compelled to bid adieu to Lake Pleasant. They had had a splendid time, and had acquitted themselves with great credit in this entry into high school athletics. They had had pleasure enough to last them all the rest of the summer in memory. The cost of transporting their canoe, on the homeward trip, was borne out of the funds of the Gridley High School Athletic Council. Dick & Co. entered three more canoe races against high school teams that summer. All these were run off on the home river, and Dick & Co. had the great glory of winning them all "the Gridley way." After the summer, came the opening of the school year again. Our readers may learn what happened to Dick & Co. in their sophomore year in the second volume of the "_High School Boys Series_," which is published under the title, "_The High School Pitcher; Or, Dick & Co. on the Gridley Diamond_." As to what befell our young friends in the summer vacation which followed their sophomore year, all that is told in the second volume of the "_High School Boys Vacation Series_." That interesting volume is published under the title, "_The High School Boys' Summer Camp; Or, The Dick Prescott Six Training for the Gridley Eleven_." It will be found to be a splendid story of real American boys who know how to get the most out of both work and play, and to make each year of life a preparation for a better year to come. In this volume the friends of Dick & Co. will find these six sturdy boys leading a life full of healthy excitement and adventure in the woods. [THE END] _ |
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