Part 10 (1/2)
”Oh, they happened to, did they? What is your name?”
”Orde.”
The stranger gurgled again.
”You're just out then. You must have captained those big scoring teams.”
”They were good teams. I was lucky,” said Bob.
”Didn't I see by the papers that you went back to coach last fall?”
”Yes.”
”I've been away and couldn't keep tab. How did you come out?”
”Pretty well.”
”Win all your games?”
”Yes.”
”That's good. Thought you were going to have a hard row to hoe. Before I went away the papers said most of the old men had graduated, and the material was very poor. How did you work it?”
”The material was all right,” Bob returned, relaxing a trifle in the interest of this discussion. ”It was only a little raw, and needed shaking into shape.”
”And you did the shaking.”
”I suppose so; but you see it didn't amount to much because I'd had a lot of experience in being captain.”
The stranger chuckled one of his jolly subterranean chuckles again. He arose to his feet.
”Well, I've got to get along to town,” said he.
”I'll trot along, too,” said Bob.
They tramped back in silence by the River Trail. On the pole trail across the swamp the stranger walked with a graceful and a.s.sured ease in spite of his apparently unwieldy build. As the two entered one of the sawdust-covered streets, they were hailed by Jim Mason.
”Why, Mr. Welton!” he cried, ”when did you get in and where did you come from?”
”Just now, Jim,” Welton answered. ”Dropped off at the tank, and walked down to see how the river work was coming on.”
XII
Toward dusk Welton entered the boarding house where Bob was sitting rather gloomily by the central stove. The big man plumped himself down into a protesting chair, and took off his slouch hat. Bob saw his low, square forehead with the peculiar hair, black and gray in streaks, curling at the ends.
”Why don't you take a little trip with me up to the Cedar Branch?” he asked Bob without preamble. ”No use your going home right now. Your family's in Was.h.i.+ngton; and will be for a month or so yet.”
Bob thought it over.