Part 34 (1/2)
”I am willing to let him alone if he will let me alone.”
”Do you hear anything from Link Merwell?” questioned Laura.
”Not much. But I understand he and Nick Jasniff have it in for me.”
”Then, Dave, you must be on your guard,” cautioned his sister. ”I think Merwell is a regular snake in the gra.s.s--his actions at the ranch prove it--and Jasniff is no better.”
”Jasniff is worse,” said Roger. ”He is a brute.”
The boys and girls spent a happy evening together, and all too soon Mr.
Porter and Mr. Wadsworth arrived to take Laura and Jessie back to Crumville. The boys hated to see them go, and went to the depot with them. There was some warm handshaking, and then the train rolled away, and the boys went back to the house.
”Splendid girls, both of them,” was Roger's comment, and Dave quite agreed with him. But he was thinking more about Jessie than his sister,--and it is quite likely Roger was thinking more about Laura.
The boys remained at Roger's home until Sat.u.r.day afternoon, and then returned to Oak Hall. The air was heavy and very cold, and they were glad to get out of the carryall, rush into the school, and warm up.
”Feels like snow to me,” said Dave; and he was right. It started to snow that night, and kept it up for the greater part of Sunday, so that by Monday the ground was covered to the depth of a foot or more.
”Hurrah, for a s...o...b..lling match!” cried Buster. ”Everybody in the line after school.”
”Let us choose sides,” suggested Ben. ”Instead of having an Army of the North and an Army of the South, we can have----”
”An Army of Red and an Army of Blue,” finished Dave. ”What do you say to the red sweaters against the blue sweaters?”
As many lads of the school wore red sweaters, and about an equal number wore blue, the idea caught on instantly, and at the noon recess the two armies, of Red and of Blue, were hastily organized. Each numbered twenty-five recruits, and Roger was made the leader on one side and Sam Day the leader on the other. With Roger went Dave and Phil, while Ben, Buster, and Shadow sided with Sam. Roger's side was the Army of Red, and they made themselves a big red flag, with the initials O. H. on it. Not to be outdone, Sam's army made a big blue flag, also with the school initials.
It was decided that the Army of Blue was to take a position in the woods, and that the Army of Red was to try to dislodge them and force them to retreat. If either army was driven back two hundred yards it must give up its flag and count itself beaten.
After school half an hour was allowed for getting ready, and most of that time was consumed in making s...o...b..a.l.l.s and in fortifying the edge of the woods by throwing up a s...o...b..nk. Then a bugle belonging to one of the students sounded out, and the great s...o...b..ll battle began.
It was certainly a hot contest, and the s...o...b..a.l.l.s flew in all directions, and many a ”soldier” received one in the body or in the head. Sam had placed his followers with care, and try their best the Army of Red could not dislodge them.
”I have a scheme,” said Phil, after the battle had lasted for fully half an hour, and while the boys were pausing to manufacture fresh ”ammunition” in the shape of s...o...b..a.l.l.s. ”Let us rush up and then pretend to retreat. They'll think they have us on the run, and as soon as they leave the woods and that s...o...b..nk, we can turn on 'em again, and wallop 'em.”
”If you try that, be sure of one thing,” said Dave. ”Have plenty of s...o...b..a.l.l.s on hand. Otherwise that fake retreat may become a real one.”
”We'll make a lot of s...o...b..a.l.l.s,” said Roger. ”Pitch in, everybody!”
In a little while, the Army of Red was ready for the movement Phil had suggested. Then Roger explained just how it was to be carried out. They were to advance on the left wing of the Blues and then retreat in the direction of the road. As soon as the Blues came from cover, they were to drive them--if they could be driven--to the upper edge of the woods and across the field beyond.
”Now then, all together!” cried the senator's son. ”And make them think you are really retreating, at first.”
Forward went the Army of Red, throwing s...o...b..a.l.l.s wildly. Then came a shower of b.a.l.l.s in return, and several of the Reds were seen to fall, as if knocked down. Then came a pause, and several lads started to go back.
”Stop! Don't run!” yelled Roger. ”Don't run!” But as this was part of the deception, those in retreat kept on backing away.
”Hurrah! we've got 'em on the run!” came from the woods, and in a trice several of the Army of Blue appeared on the top of the s...o...b..nk. ”Come on, let us chase 'em!”
Over the s...o...b..nk came the Army of Blue, carrying all the s...o...b..a.l.l.s it could manage. The Army of Red continued to retreat, each boy loaded down with ammunition. Then, just as the edge of the woods was cleared, a loud whistle sounded out.
It was the signal to turn, and like one man the Army of Red faced about, and let fly a heavy volley of s...o...b..a.l.l.s, directly in the face of the enemy. The Blues were taken completely by surprise, and almost dazed.