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"Oh, piffle," said Amy. "Quit training! Everyone knows you never quit training, Tom. You could go out there tomorrow and play as good a game as you ever did. Don't talk like a sick duck!"
"There's no reason why I should play, though. Pryme's putting up a bully game----"
"Pryme is doing the best he knows how," said Tim, "but Pryme can't play guard as you can, Tom, and he never will, and you know it! Now have a grain of sense, won't you? Just sit tight and let us put this thing through. There isn't a fellow in school who won't be tickled to death to sign that pet.i.tion, and I'll bet you anything you like that Josh will be just as tickled to say yes to it. Whatever you say about Josh Fernald, you've got to hand it to him for being fair and square, Tom."
"Josh is all right, sure. I haven't said anything against him, have I?
But I won't stand for any pet.i.tion, fellows, so you might as well get that out of your heads. Besides, my being on the team or off it isn't going to make a half of one per cent's difference next Sat.u.r.day."
There was silence in the room for a moment. Then Amy went dejectedly back to the window-seat and threw himself on it at full length. "I think you might, Tom," he said finally, "if only on my account!"
"Why on your account?" laughed Tom.
"Because I'm the guy that got you all into the mess, that's why. And I've felt good and mean about it ever since. And now, when we think up a perfectly good way to--to undo the mischief I made, you act like a mule.
Think what a relief it would be to my conscience, Tom, if you got off pro and went back and played against Claflin!"
"I don't care a continental about your conscience, Amy. In fact I never knew before that you had one!"
"I've got a very nice one, thanks. It's well-trained, too. It----" Amy's voice trailed off into silence and for the next five minutes or so he took no part in the conversation, but just laid on the cus.h.i.+ons and stared intently at the ceiling. Then, suddenly, he thumped his feet to the floor and reached for his cap.
"What time is it?" he demanded.
"Most eight," said Tim. "We'd better beat it."
"What time----" began Amy. Then he stopped, pulled his cap on his head and literally hurled himself across the room and through the door, leaving the others to gaze at each other amazedly.
"Well, what's wrong with him?" gasped Tim.
"He's got something in that crazy head of his," answered Tom uneasily.
"Don't let him start that pet.i.tion business, Tim, will you? I don't want to seem mean or anything, you know, but I'd rather let things be as they are. Come up again, fellows. And maybe today's showing doesn't mean anything, Tim, just as you said. We'll hope so, eh?"
Faculty conferences took place on Monday evenings at half-past seven in the faculty meeting room in Main Hall. At such times, with the princ.i.p.al, Mr. Fernald, presiding at the end of the long table and all members of the faculty able to attend ranged on either side, all and sundry matters pertaining to the government of the school came up for discussion. The business portion of the conference was followed by an informal half-hour of talk, during which many of the students were subjected to a dissection that would have surprised them vastly had they known of it. Tonight, however, the executive session was still going on and Mr. Brooke, the secretary, was still making notes at the foot of the table, when there came a rap at the door.
Mr. Fernald nodded to Mr. Brooke. "See who it is, please," he said.
The secretary laid down his pen very carefully on the clean square of blue blotting-paper before him, pushed back his chair and opened the door a few inches. When he turned around his countenance expressed a sort of pained disapprobation. "It's Byrd, sir," announced Mr. Brooke in a low, shocked voice. "He says he'd like to speak to you."
"Byrd? Well, tell him I'm busy," replied the princ.i.p.al. "If he wants to wait I'll see him after the conference. Although"--Mr. Fernald glanced at the clock--"it's only four minutes to eight and he'd better get back to his room. Tell him I'll see him at the Cottage at nine, Mr. Brooke.
As I was saying," and Mr. Fernald faced the company again, "I think it would be well to arrange for a longer course this Winter. Last year, as you'll recall---- Eh? What is it?"
"He says, sir, that it's a faculty matter," announced Mr. Brooke deprecatingly, "and asks to be allowed to come in for a minute."
"A faculty matter? Well, in that case----All right, Mr. Brooke, tell him to come in."
As Amy entered eight pairs of eyes regarded him curiously; nine, in fact, for Mr. Brooke, closing the door softly behind the visitor, gazed at him in questioning disapproval.
"Well, Byrd, what can we do for you?" Mr. Fernald smiled, doubtless with the wish to dispel embarra.s.sment. But he needn't have troubled about that, for Amy didn't look or act in the least embarra.s.sed. "I'm afraid,"
continued the princ.i.p.al, "that I can't offer you a chair, for we're rather busy just now. What was it you wanted to speak of?"
"I guess it looks pretty cheeky, sir, for me to b.u.t.t in here," replied Amy, with a smile, "but it's rather important, sir, and--and if anything's to be done about it it'll have to be done tonight."
"Really? Well, it does sound important. Suppose you tell us about it, Byrd."
"Thank you, sir." Amy paused, gathering his words in order. "It's this, Mr. Fernald: when we fellows were put on pro--probation, I mean, it was intended that we should all get the same punishment, wasn't it, sir?"
"Let me see, that was the affair of---- Ah, yes, I recall it. Why, yes, Byrd, naturally it was meant to treat you all alike. What complaint have you?"
"It isn't exactly a complaint, sir. But it's this way. There were nine of us altogether. It was my fault in the first place because I put them up to it. They'd never thought of it if I hadn't." Amy glanced at Mr.
Moller. "It was a pretty silly piece of business, sir, and we got what we deserved. But--but none of us meant to--to hurt anyone's feelings, sir. It was just a lark. We didn't think that----"
"We'll allow that, Byrd. Please get down to the purpose of this unusual visit," said Mr. Fernald drily.
"Yes, sir. Well, eight of us it doesn't matter so much about. We aren't football men and being on probation doesn't cut so much--I mean it doesn't matter so much. But Tom Hall's a football man, sir, and it's different for him. This is his last year here and losing his place on the team was hard lines. That's what I'm trying to get at, sir. You meant that we were all to be punished the same, but we weren't. It's just about twice as hard on Tom as it is on the rest of us. You see that, sir, don't you?"
There was a moment of silence and then Mr. Simkins coughed. Or did he chuckle? Amy couldn't tell. But the princ.i.p.al dropped his eyes and tapped his blotter with the tip of the pencil he held. At last:
"That's a novel point of view, Byrd," he said. "There may be something in it. But I must remind you that the Law--and the faculty stands for the Law here--takes no cognisance of conditions existing--hem!" Mr.
Fernald glanced doubtfully down the table. "Perhaps it should, though.
We'll pa.s.s that question for the moment. What is it you suggest, Byrd?"
"Well, sir, the team's in punk shape. It was awful today. It needs Tom, sir; needs him awfully. I don't say that we'll beat Claflin if he should play, Mr. Fernald, but I'm mighty sure we won't if he doesn't. And it seemed to me that maybe you and the other faculty members hadn't thought of how much harder you were giving it to Tom than to the rest of us, and that if you did know, realise it, sir, you'd maybe consider that he'd had about enough and let him off so he might play Sat.u.r.day. The rest of us haven't any kick coming, sir. It's just Tom. And he doesn't know that I'm here, either. We tried to get him to let us pet.i.tion faculty, but he wouldn't. He said he was going to take the same punishment as the rest of us."
"Then he doesn't agree with your contention, Byrd?"
"Oh, he sees I'm right, Mr. Fernald, but he--he's obstinate!"
Mr. Fernald smiled, as did most of the others.
"Byrd, I think you ought to take a law course," said the princ.i.p.al. "I might answer you as I started to by pointing out that it is no business of ours whether a punishment is going to hit one fellow harder than another; that just because it might should make that one fellow more careful not to transgress. But you've taken the wind out of my sails by getting me to testify that we intended the punishment to be the same for all. You've put us in a difficult place, Byrd. If we should lift probation in Hall's case it would seem that we had different laws for team members than for boys unconnected with athletics. You've made a very eloquent plea, but I don't just see----" Mr. Fernald hesitated.
Then: "Possibly someone has some suggestion," he added, and it seemed to Amy that his gaze rested on Mr. Moller for an instant.
At all events it was the new member of the faculty who spoke. "If I might, sir," he said hesitatingly, "I'd like to make the suggestion that probation be lifted from all. It seems to me that that would--would simplify things, Mr. Fernald."
"Hm. Yes. Possibly. As the target of the extremely vulgar proceeding, Mr. Moller, the suggestion coming from you bears weight. Byrd, you'd better get to your studies. You'll learn our decision in the morning.
Your action is commendable, my boy, and we'll take that into consideration also. Good-night."
"Good-night, sir. Good-night, sirs. Thank you."
Amy retired unhurriedly, unembarra.s.sedly, and with dignity, as befitted one who had opened the eyes of Authority to the error of its ways!
The next morning Mr. Fernald announced in chapel that at the request of Mr. Moller, and in consideration of good behaviour, the faculty had voted to lift probation from the following students: Hall----
But just there the applause began and the other eight names were not heard.
CHAPTER XXI