The Lucky Seventh Part 2

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Gordon contented himself with putting his head inside the screen door and announcing in a loud voice: "Mother, I'm going downtown. Is there anything you want?" Mrs. Merrick's voice floated down from upstairs in reply: "No, dear; but please try to be on time for dinner. You know your father dislikes--"

But Gordon didn't hear the rest of it. He didn't need to. He knew what his father disliked. His father disliked having him late for his meals, disliked his going out in the evenings, disliked-oh, so many things!

Gordon sighed as he mounted his wheel. Life was really extremely difficult at times!

He was a well-built, athletic youth of fifteen years, with a pleasant, clean-cut face, dark brown eyes and hair and a well-tanned skin. He looked very much alive and rather enthusiastic, just the sort of a boy, in short, to undertake and carry through successfully such an enterprise as the formation of the Clearfield Baseball Club.

Fudge was waiting for him around the corner, and they set off together in search of Tom Haley. Tom lived in what folks called the East End, which was that section of the town near the railroad largely inhabited by workers in the mills and factories. Tom's father was a foreman in the sewing-machine works, and the family occupied a tiny story-and-a-half cottage so close to the railroad tracks that it shook whenever the trains pa.s.sed. Fortunately they found Tom at home, very busily engaged repairing the front steps, surrounded by carpenter's tools and three junior members of the Haley family. He rescued the chisel from Tille, aged four, deprived the baby of a handful of nails, told George, aged six, to stop sawing the chair leg, and greeted his visitors.



Tom was sixteen, big, broad-shouldered and raw-boned, with an angular face and high cheek-bones liberally speckled with freckles. At present he was minus coat and vest and wore a pair of blue overalls. "You kids get in the house now," he instructed the suddenly silent trio of youngsters, "and tell your mother to keep you in there, too. You've bothered me enough. Shoo, the whole lot of you!"

They went, with many backward glances, and Tom cleared a s.p.a.ce on the edge of the unrailed porch for Gordon and Fudge. "Say, it's some warm, isn't it? What you fellows up to to-day? Going to the pond?"

"No, we're calling on you," replied Fudge.

"Much obliged. What's the game?"

"Baseball," said Gordon. "We're getting up a team to play the Rutter's Point fellows and we want you to join, Tom."

"I don't mind, if there isn't much practice. There's a lot to be done around the house here this summer. We're going to s.h.i.+ngle next week, and after that we'll paint. Who's on the team?"

Gordon explained all about it, read Bert Cable's letter and Caspar Billings' and told Tom the line-up of the nine as he had planned it.

"Sounds all right," said Tom. "When are you going to start?"

"Right away. If you'll pitch for us we'll be all right. I'll answer Billings' letter and tell him we'll meet him a week from Wednesday.

That'll give us a whole week for practicing."

"All right, I'm with you, only don't expect me to practice much, Gordon.

I'm pretty busy. I'll come out a couple of times, though; say-let me see-say Friday and Monday. Going to use the school field?"

"Yes. I don't suppose anyone will object?"

"Don't see why they should. You'd better see Mr. Grayson, though."

"I will. No, that will be up to d.i.c.k. He's going to be manager."

"d.i.c.k Lovering?" asked Tom, in surprise. "Well, I don't see why not. He can get around all right. Have you asked him?"

"Yes, and he said he would. The only thing is, Tom, we'll have to pay his expenses if we go away from home very far. I told him we would. It wouldn't be much if we shared it. You see, d.i.c.k doesn't have much money.

I guess they're pretty hard-up. His father only left them that house they're in and a little insurance money, and of course d.i.c.k can't do much to earn any."

"He told me the other day," said Fudge, "that he was trying to get work tutoring this summer over at the Point. He could do that finely if he could find anyone to toot. Hope he does. d.i.c.k's a peach."

"Then we'll have first practice Wednesday, the rest of us, and we'll look for you Friday, Tom. I've got to catch Harry before he goes home.

Maybe his father won't let him off. If he won't we'll be in a bad way for a second baseman."

"If you hold practice late-say, half-past four-I guess Harry could get there," said Tom. "And we wouldn't play more than twice a week, I suppose. Who else are you going after besides the Pointers?"

"I don't know. Maybe Lesterville. They've got a pretty good club over there. I guess we can find games enough, Tom."

"I suppose the Springdale team has disbanded," said Tom. "I'd like to get another whack at those fellows!"

"So would I," Gordon agreed. "We never should have lost that last game, Tom. We all played like idiots, though. Six errors is going some!"

"It was an off-day with me, all right," grumbled Tom. "I couldn't put 'em over the plate to save my life in the last four innings."

"We'll lick them at football this fall," a.s.serted Fudge.

"Bound to," agreed Tom, with a sly wink at Gordon. "Fudge is going to play, you know."

"You bet I am!" exclaimed Fudge. "I'm going to p-p-play end. I'm g-g-going--"

"So am I," laughed Gordon. "Right now. Come along, Fudge, and we'll hunt up Harry. I'm glad you'll come in with us, Tom. By the way, I suppose we ought to have a sort of meeting to organize pretty soon. How would it do if you all came to my house to-morrow evening? We'll have to choose a captain and-and talk things over."

"Oh, you'll be captain," said Tom. "It's your scheme. Besides, who else is there?"

"You, or Harry, or Will Scott, or--"

"Shucks, they're not made for it. It'll be either you or Lansing, I guess. Anyway, I'll be over to-morrow, if you say so, about eight. So long. I've got to get these boards down before dinner."

They found Harry Bryan in his father's grocery. He, too, was very busy, but he stopped putting up orders long enough to hear Gordon's tale, and was instantly enthusiastic.

"I'll have to ask my dad, though," he said doubtfully. "He's keeping me pretty close to business," he added importantly.

"What do you do, Harry?" asked Fudge. "Put the sand in the sugar?"

Harry treated the insult with silent contempt. "I'll ask him to-night, though," he continued, "and let you know."

"Telephone me, will you? We'll have practice late in the afternoon, Harry. You wouldn't have to get away until after four."

"I know. I guess he will let me. He ought to." Harry observed the yellow slips in his hand somberly. "I've been working pretty hard, I tell you."

"I should think," suggested the irrepressible Fudge, "that if you worked late to-night you could sand enough sugar to last the week out!"

"Say, they're not going to let you play, are they, Fudge?"

"How could they do without me?"

"It'll be a peach of a nine!" jeered Harry. He was only a year older than Fudge, but pretended to regard that youth with amused toleration, and so caused Fudge deep annoyance at times.

"Well, we've got eight good ones," responded Fudge sweetly. "If we could only find a fellow to play second base, we'd be all right."

"It's a wonder they don't put you there."

"Oh, I was offered the position, bu-but I didn't want it. I prefer the outfield. There's more re-re-responsibility there."

"You're a wonder!" said Harry. "What would you do if a ball came your way? Hold your mouth open and try to swallow it?"

The Lucky Seventh Part 2

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