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Frank Merriwell's Chums, a novel by Burt L. Standish |
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Chapter 23. Skating For Honors |
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_ CHAPTER XXIII. SKATING FOR HONORS "I nefer seen der peat uf dot alretty yet," declared Hans, as he and Frank were hurrying back to the academy. "Uf dot don'd peen der piggest racket vot nefer vos, you dunno vot I vos talkin' apout." "If it is found that we know anything about it, we will be sure to get into trouble," said Frank. "Should anybody question you, why you must be ignorant as a mule." "You pet me your life I vos. I vill peen ignorand as a clam." But it seemed that the professors did not suspect that any of the academy boys had been present, and so no inquiries were made in the school. Tad Jones, however, was accused of having some of his village chums in the scrape, and, when he refused to tell their names, he was soundly strapped by his father, who had sincerely hoped one of the professors would propose to Nancy and take her away without delay. Just how the rival professors had escaped was not known, but, if possible, the coldness between them was more pronounced than ever. The feud seemed of a deadly nature, and some of the boys declared that Jenks and Scotch were certain to fight a duel over Nancy sooner or later. The following Saturday was fine, and that afternoon large numbers of the boys from the academy sought the village pond, where the skating was excellent. By mid-afternoon there were between two and three hundred skaters on the long pond, while half as many spectators were gathered on the shore. It was a lively and pleasant scene. Inza Burrage was there, with her chosen companion, May Blossom. Inza was a beautiful skater, and so was much sought as a companion by the boys. Three times did Frank approach her to ask her to skate with him, and each time he saw her carried off by some one else. She was in a coquettish mood that day, and her merry laughter as she skated away each time proved rather tantalizing to Frank, who finally muttered: "All right; two can play at that game." It was almost, if not quite, May Blossom's first attempt at skating, and, although she was doing very well, her company was not in such demand as that of Inza. Seeing May alone, Frank immediately skated to her side, and he was soon doing his best to instruct her in the correct handling of her feet. They seemed quite absorbed in each other's company, and not even Inza's ringing laugh, as she sped past with Paul Rains, caused either of them to glance up. At first Inza had not minded Frank's attentions to May, but, as time slipped away, and they still clung together, laughing, chatting, and minding no one else, she began to grow uneasy. "Oh, she can have him, if she wants him!" muttered Inza, her cheeks beginning to burn. "There are any amount of other fellows." That was quite true, but, in her heart, she knew full well that there was no other fellow she cared so much for as she did for Frank Merriwell. From this moment she ceased to enjoy herself, and she could not keep from watching Frank and May, although she tried to do so. She grew petulant, and those who were in her company found her surprisingly crisp and disagreeable. Whenever she could, she skated past Frank and May, and she always laughed as she did so, but there was a false note in her laughter--it did not seem very sincere. Paul Rains was a beautiful skater. He could cut fancy figures that took away the breath of the village boys, and all his movements were graceful and rhythmical. He could write his name with his skates, and every letter was perfect and clean cut as if done with a pen. It was not long before all eyes were centered on him, and Inza did not fail to note that he seemed to be the principal attraction on the pond. So Inza skated a great deal with Paul, hoping to arouse Frank's jealousy; but, to her overwhelming dismay, after he began to skate with May, Frank seemed to forget there was any one else on the pond. "I believe he really likes her better than he does me!" thought Inza. "And she, knowing all my secrets, knowing how much I think of Frank, is doing her best to cut me out! Oh, that is true friendship!" She felt like crying with vexation, and, once or twice, tears did come to her eyes; but she forced them back, continuing to skate and laugh. Arrangements were made for a skating contest to take place very soon. One of the gentlemen of the village offered a "badge of honor" to the swiftest skater on the pond--the one who could win the race. Paul Rains entered, as also did Bartley Hodge and Sammy Smiles from the academy. Three village boys entered. Then Hodge sought Frank, saying: "Come, old man, we want you in this race." "Oh, I am busy," laughed Frank, noticing that Inza was near, although he did not glance in her direction. "I am teaching Miss Blossom to skate, and she is getting on famously." "Well, I think she will excuse you a few minutes. You may go on with your lessons after the race." "Oh, say, can't you get along without me?" "Can't anyway; you must come along." "Well, if I must, I must," murmured Frank, with mock distress. "I will see you later, Miss Blossom, and we will do our best to induce that left foot to make the stroke properly." So, bowing and smiling, he left her, and, in her heart, Inza cried: "If he skates with her again this afternoon, I'll be outwitted--that's all!" As Bart drew Frank aside, he hastily and guardedly said: "You must go into this race to win, old man. Rains' friends have been saying you would not dare skate against him, and that he would have a walk-over if you did." Frank's teeth came together with a click. "Is that so!" he exclaimed. "Well, they may be right; but we'll see." That was quite enough to put him on his mettle, and he lost no time in entering for the race. A short time later the seven contestants were drawn up in line, waiting the signal. One mile up the pond a rock reared its head from the ice, where, at low water, there was a tiny rocky island. Every contestant was to "turn the rock" and skate back to the starting point, making a race of two miles in two long, straight stretches. The gentleman who had offered the badge of honor stood, pistol in hand, ready to give the signal. The contestants leaned forward for the start. "Ready!" Muscles were drawn taut, nerves were tingling. "One! two! three!"--Bang! Away darted the skaters, and the race had begun. A cheer went up from the spectators. Paul Rains took the lead at the very start, for he seemed to jump away at astonishing speed, while the others were gathering headway. "Rains has a snap this time," declared one. "Merriwell may be able to take the honors at jumping, but he won't be in this kind of a contest." "Jist wait a whoile an' see about thot, me b'y," said Barney Mulloy, who had overheard the remark. "Frankie is as full av surproises as a horrunet's nest is full av stings." _ |
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