The Girls of Central High: or, Rivals for All Honors
The girl was still frightened – desperately frightened, indeed. But the possibility of anything supernatural having happened to her had long since departed from her mind. Even the flickering reflection of the ghost-light did not trouble her.
No ghost could have bound her hands and gagged her.
The voices of the girls had died away into the distance ere this. With a groan of pain because of her ankle, Laura rolled over and tried again to rise. Something jerked her back!
She threw herself over and rolled away from the point of contact. There was a tearing sound – and she was free!
She scrambled to her feet. Then she saw what manner of “ghostly hand” had held her. In stooping to drive the first nail into the floor, she had driven it through the hem of her skirt – that was what had jerked her to the floor when she tried to run with her comrades.
“Well! I am silly!” mumbled the girl.
Instantly she heard somebody cry out, but outside of the house.
“What’s the matter mit you, Otto?” growled a deeper voice.
“I heard a voice, fader! Not nearer to dat house would I go – so hellup me! It iss de ha’nt!”
Laura’s muffled voice was audible a few yards away, but she could not tell them who she was, and how situated. She ran to the window. One sash was gone. Boys had used the windows as targets in times past.
“Ouch!” yelled the younger voice, in a long-drawn wail. “Dere iss oldt Sarah!”
“Be still! you are a fool!” commanded the gruffer voice.
Laura saw that a man and a boy were outside the fence. The man carried a lantern. It had been this light coming along the road that had so terrified the M. O. R.’s and the candidates for initiation.
The farmer raised his lantern so that the light fell full upon the face of the girl in the house. He saw the veil-bandage, and her tied wrists. In a moment he hopped over the broken-down fence and hurried to the casement.
“Come here, Otto!” he commanded. “See your ghost – fool! It is a harmless girl – and she is in trouble. What does this mean, eh?” he asked, in his queer English. “Somebody been fooling you, no?”
Then seeing that Laura could not answer him save by a murmur from behind the muffler, the farmer said:
“Run in there undt untie her, Otto! Do you hear?”
“But the ghost, fader!” gasped the fat boy, who had followed his parent to the house, and seemed much the more cowardly of the two.
“Bah! Ghost indeed! There iss no ghost here – ”
“But we know de house iss haunted. Are you sure dat iss not old Sarah?” demanded Otto, in much fear.
“It is a girl – a madchen– I tell you! A mere child – yes!” cried the father. “Go in there and unloose her hands – dolt!” and he boxed his son’s ear soundly.
“Oh! I can come out myself!” Laura tried to say.
She darted away from the window, found the open door, and so staggered out of the house to meet the farmer and his half-grown boy, with the lantern, on the porch of the haunted dwelling.
“Ah-ha!” exclaimed the man. “We heardt de oder girls screeching – yah? Undt dey tie you undt leave you here?”
He was fumbling with the knotted veil as he spoke, having passed the lantern to Otto, and now unfastened it so that Laura could reply.
“No, no!” she said. “Something frightened us all. First your lantern coming along the road. We thought it was the ghost light.”
“Ouch!” wailed Otto again. He was very much afraid of the ghost.
“And then – I nailed my skirt to the floor and could not get away quickly. I – I am afraid I have been a dreadful fool,” admitted Laura, with some chagrin.
“But you did not tie yourself – so,” growled the farmer, working on her wrist bonds.
“No. I fell and something —somebody, I should say – came and tied my wrists and put that veil over my face – give me the veil, please.”
“Some of your companions play a choke onto you – eh?” said the farmer.
“No. They would not be so cruel. And they were all as badly frightened by your lantern as I was.”
“Den you haf an enemy – eh?” queried the man.
“I do not know who. I don’t know what it means. Oh!”
“You are hurt, Miss?”
“I can scarcely hobble on my foot. I turned my ankle,” explained Laura.
“Then Otto and I will help you home – to our house yet,” said the farmer. “We were hunting a stray cow. My name iss Sitz. I lif’ back up de road – yonder. Two of your girls friendts bought milk at my house to-night.”
“Yes. I know who you are,” admitted Laura. “Do you suppose you could get me to your house and then send word to the city so that my father or brother will get it – without frightening mother?”
“Ach!” ejaculated the farmer. “We can carry you – Otto undt me; if he iss a fool-boy, he iss strong. Undt we haf de telephone. Sure we can carry you.”
They made a “chair” with their four hands, in which Laura sat, leaning back against their arms, and so maintaining her balance. She carried the lantern to light the way, and very soon after her girl friends had left the plateau in their stampede, she was being carried across the brook and up the country road to the Sitz farmhouse.
Laura had recovered from her fright ere this; but the mystery of what had happened to her continued to puzzle and amaze her.
Who had done this to her? What had been the object of the attack? And why should anybody desire to so maltreat and frighten her? These questions were repeated over and over in her mind, even while she was talking with Mr. Sitz and Otto. And there seemed to be no sane and sensible answer to them!
It surely was not any of the M. O. R.’s who had done this. They had all been just as frightened as they could be by the light of Mr. Sitz’s lantern. Of course, Mary’s foolish story of the ghost had started the girls off on the stampede when Jess and Nellie and Dora had run from the haunted house.
Laura remembered very vividly what she had seen in the room after her friends had left her. The figure in white had tied her hands and adjusted that veil across her mouth.
Surely, she must have some enemy – some person who really hated her. For nobody else, it seemed to Laura Belding, could have done so cruel a thing. She had no idea who this enemy could be, however.
Nevertheless, she had stuffed the veil into the front of her blouse and intended to hold on to it. That veil might prove to be a clue to the identity of the person who had bound and gagged her.
CHAPTER XVIII – ON THE EVE OF THE CONTEST
So, thus carried kindly by the Swiss farmer and his son, Laura Belding came to the farmhouse on the hillside. It was a comfortable home, with a big tile stove in the sitting room, and shining china arranged in long rows on high shelves all around the kitchen. The Sitzes had kept up many of their old-world customs and made a comfortable living upon a rocky and hilly farm on which most Americans would have starved to death.
Mrs. Sitz was a comfortable looking, kindly woman, by her expression of countenance; but she spoke little English. There was a girl about Laura’s age, however, named Evangeline. She was a buxom, flaxen-haired, rosy girl, who was delighted to see the strange girl whom her father had found in the haunted house.
Evangeline took Laura into her own room, removed her shoe and stocking, and bathed the twisted ankle in cold water, and then insisted upon rubbing home-made liniment upon it, and bandaging the member tightly. All the time she was doing this, she was exclaiming “Oh!” and “Ah!” over Laura’s adventure as the latter related it.
“I think it was real mean of those other girls to run and leave you,” said Evangeline, sympathetically.
“I don’t think it mean,” laughed Laura – for she could laugh now that the adventure had ended so happily. “There were so many of them that I was not missed, I suppose, in the general stampede.”
“But you might have remained there all night.”
“No! And that reminds me, your father says you have a telephone. I must call up my father, or brother. And yet – I wonder if I won’t scare mother by calling at this time of night? Let me think.”
“You can use the telephone if you want to,” said Evangeline, hospitably. “It’s right here in the corner of the living room.”
But Laura had a bright idea about the telephoning. She knew that, by this time, the girls must have arrived home. She did not believe Jess would go right past her house without making inquiries for her. And by this time the household might have been aroused, and her father, or Chet, would be on the way to Robinson’s Woods to hunt for her.
So she first called up the hotel at the entrance to the picnic park and told the people there that she was safe, and where she was to be found. She learned that, already, a party of men, and one girl, were out beating the woods for her.
In an hour a motor-car steamed up to the farmhouse door and Chet and Lance, with Jess close behind them, ran into the house.
“Oh, Laura! Laura!” cried her chum, in tears again. “Do forgive me for leaving you to the ghost. And what did it do to you? And how did you get here? And how came your skirt nailed to the floor of that horrid house? And – ”
“Dear me! Wait and catch your breath,” laughed Laura, kissing her.
“Well, I’m glad you’re all right, Sis,” said Chet, pretty warmly for a brother, for the big boy was proud of his sister.
Launcelot Darby squeezed Laura’s hand tightly, but could say nothing. Lance admired Laura more than any other girl who went to Central High; but he was not able to express his feelings just then.
The farmer and his family – especially Evangeline – invited the girl to remain all night and rest her injured ankle. But Laura would not hear of that, although she appreciated their kindness.
“I want Dr. Agnew to see my ankle. Why! we’ve got a basket-ball game on for Friday afternoon, you know, Jess, with East High team – and I can’t possibly miss that.”
“I’ll carry you out myself to the car,” declared Lance, gruffly. He suddenly picked her up in his arms (and Laura was no light-weight) and managed to place her in the tonneau very comfortably.
“Come again! Ach! Come again!” cried Mrs. Sitz, from the doorway, bobbing them courtesies as they went down the walk.
Evangeline ran out to the car to kiss Laura good-night, and the latter promised that she would ride over soon and see the farmer’s daughter again. But Otto took the boys aside and assured them, with much emphasis, that the Robinson house was actually haunted, and that he wouldn’t go into it alone, at night or by day, for his father’s whole farm!
“But how did you get nailed to the floor, Laura?” demanded Jess, in the tonneau beside her chum, and when the car was speeding back to town.
“Why! foolish little me did that herself, of course,” laughed Laura. “That’s what I did when I drove the first nail. Then, when you all ran, squealing, and I tried to do the same, the nail held me and pulled me back. I thought something had grabbed me by the skirt – I really did!” and she laughed again.
But Laura was silent about the rest of her adventure – and none of her young companions chanced to ask her why she had not screamed for help. She hid the veil and determined to wait and watch, hoping to get some clue to the owner of the article. She was sure that the figure she had seen for a moment, and which had, of course, bound her wrists and gagged her with the veil, was one of the girls – somebody who bore her a grudge.
“And who that can be, I don’t know – for sure,” thought Laura, after she was in bed that night and the throbbing of her ankle and the fever in it kept her awake. “But somebody must really hate me – and hate me hard! – to have played such a trick on me.”
It was not that Laura was entirely unsuspicious; but she did not voice the vague thought that ever and anon came to her mind regarding the identity of the person who had so treated her. She did not believe it was any trick that the members of the M. O. R. were cognizant of; but to make sure she went to Mary O’Rourke that very Monday and asked her point-blank.
Mary had no knowledge of the affair. She deeply regretted that such a misfortune should have overtaken the candidate.
“No more haunted houses for us!” declared the senior. “We’ll hold the initiation in the clubhouse – and it will be a tame one, I guess. The girls were all pretty well scared. Of course, we shouldn’t have been frightened – especially we older ones; but we were, and that’s all there is about it.”
But the joke on the M. O. R.’s went the rounds of the school. Jess could not keep still about it, and all the members of the secret society were “ragged” – especially by the boys – over being scared by two farmers with a lantern hunting for a strayed cow!
Chet took his sister to and from school for a couple of days in the car and she walked as little as possible meantime; so that the ankle soon recovered its strength. The basket-ball match, which was to come off on the court belonging to East High, was the main topic of conversation among the girls of Central High all that week.
“Just think! they’ve got a good court, and we haven’t such a thing,” commented Josephine Morse to her chum. “I think it is too bad. We need some philanthropist to come here and give us a big prize for our field. When are you going to tackle Colonel Swayne again, Laura?” and she laughed.
“Ah! you don’t believe a way to his heart can be opened?” asked her friend, smiling.
“It’s a way to his pocket-book I’m speaking about.”
“Have patience. I feel that he will be a great help to us – ?”
“You’ve got a ‘hunch,’ then, as Chet says?”
“I expect that is what they call it. But have patience.”
Jess was a member of the basket-ball team, as was Laura. And on the team Hester Grimes played. Hester was a strong girl and could play well if she chose; but her temper was so uncertain that Mrs. Case considered it necessary to watch the butcher’s daughter very closely.
“And I wish you all to remember,” said the physical instructor, the day before the match at East High, “that we must play fair. Play the game for the game’s sake – not so much to win. If one desires, above all things, to win, he or she may forget to be perfectly fair. No foul playing. We are going to an opponent’s field. Let us win a name for playing clean basket-ball, whether we win the game or not.”
“What’s the use of playing if we don’t play just as hard as we know how?” demanded Jess.
“Play for all there is in you,” agreed Mrs. Case. “I will see that you do not overexert yourselves. But do not lose your tempers. And do not forget to cheer for the opposing team after the game, whether it wins or loses. Be fair, and let the sport be clean.”
“Did you watch Hessie while Mrs. Case was talking?” whispered Jess in Laura’s ear.
“No.”
“She looked so scornful! I hope she won’t make us unpopular with the East High girls. But you know how mean she acts sometimes when we play with some of the scrub teams.”
“It will be too bad if she makes a scene,” said Laura, thoughtfully, “and shames us before our opponents. The girls of Central High will then get a bad name for playing foul – and we can’t afford to have that reputation.”
CHAPTER XIX – HESTER FOULS THE GAME
Basketball is not an easy game to learn, but it is both a splendid exercise as played under the rules of the Girls’ Branch and a game of skill.
Because of the many rules, and sub-divisions of rules, the players must bring to the basket-ball court the quickest intelligence and a serious desire to excel. No laughing or talking is allowed during play. The success of the game is based upon the players giving to it their undivided attention.
It can be played by from five to nine players on a side, and the time of play is usually two halves of fifteen minutes each. Mrs. Case refused to allow her pupils – the girls of Central High – to play more than thirty minutes, and the younger girls could only play the game in three “thirds” of ten minutes each, with five or ten minutes’ rest between each two sessions of play.
It was a rule, too, that no girl could play without a physical examination as to her fitness, and the Central High team – the champion team of the school – was selected from among the strongest and best developed girls. This team was now billed to play a similar team selected from among the older girls of the East High of Centerport, and as made up by the physical instructor, was as follows:
Jess Morse, goal keeper
Celia Prime, right forward
Mary O’Rourke, left forward
Hester Grimes, forward center
Laura Belding, jumping center
Lily Pendleton, back center
Bertha Sleigel, right guard
Nellie Agnew, left guard
Roberta Fish, goal guard.
Besides the nine members of each team, the game called for nine other assistants – a referee, two umpires, a scorer, a time keeper, and four linesmen. Because of the possibility of so many foul plays, all these assistants and watchers were necessary. The ordinary “basket-ball five” was hardly known at Central High, as so many girls wanted to play.
On the Friday afternoon the hall in which the basket-ball court, or ground, of the East High girls was situated, was well filled, in the visitors’ part, with the parents and friends of both teams. This was really the first occasion of any athletic trial between the girls of the two schools, although the boys, in their sports, had long since become rivals.
Naturally the girls of Central High were excited over the prospect. Mary O’Rourke, the captain, as well as Mrs. Case, warned the players for the last time in the dressing room to keep cool, play fairly, and to give and take in the game with perfect good-nature.
“Good-nature wins more games than anything else,” said Mary. “Just as soon as a girl gets flustered or ‘mad’ at her opponent, she begins to lose ground – makes mistakes, and fouls the other player, and all that. Remember that the referee and the umpires will be sharp on decisions to-day. ‘Didn’t know’ will be no excuse. And by no means speak to the officials. If you have anything to report, report to me.”
“My!” sneered Hester to Lily, “doesn’t she think she knows it all? Who told her so much, I’d like to know? I guess there are others here who know the game quite as well as she does.”
“But she’s captain,” said Roberta Fish, one of the juniors.
“And how did she get to be captain? Favoritism, Miss!” snapped Hester.
“Come on, now!” advised Nellie Agnew, good-naturedly. “We don’t want to go into the game in this way. We’ve got to pull together to win. Loyalty, you know!”
“Bah!” said Hester.
“That’s what the black sheep said,” laughed Nellie. “Don’t you be the black sheep of Cen-High, Hessie.”
The teams were called into the field and the referee put the ball into play in the center. Laura and her opponent jumped for the ball and Laura was fortunate in getting it. During the next few moments, upon signals from their captain, the girls of Central High passed the ball back and forth and suddenly tried for a goal. It was from the field and would have counted two points; but Celia made a fumble, and the ball did not reach the basket, but was stopped by the left forward of the East High team.
The ball was in play immediately, but was in the hands of the home team. When Hester Grimes’s opponent got the ball, Hester leaped before her and raised her arms. But she over-guarded and instantly the warning whistle sounded from the side lines.
“Foul!” proclaimed the referee.
In a moment the play went on, but again Hester had a chance at the girl with the ball and once more the whistle blew sharply. Hester was guarding round, with her arms spread and crooked, instead of straight. And to be called down for a foul twice in succession stung Hester Grimes sharply. Her face grew red and her eyes flashed angrily.
“You wait, Miss!” she whispered to the girl who held the ball.
“Silence on the field!” commanded the referee. “Play!”
Hester’s fouling put her team-mates out not a little, and the ball was carried to their end of the field and their opponents scored.
“Get together, girls!” commanded Mary, in a low voice. “Don’t lose your heads.”
But Hester had become thoroughly angry now, for she saw that she would be blamed for the score against her team. She played savagely thereafter, and suddenly one of the home team cried out in pain. Hester had collided roughly with her.
Again the whistle. “I shall ask Captain O’Rourke to take that girl out of the game if there is any further rough play,” declared the referee, who was the physical instructor at West High.
The other girls of the Central High team were ashamed. The first half ended with no further score on the part of the home team; but, on the other hand, the visiting team had been held down to a “goose egg.” When the girls went to their dressing room there were some murmurs against Hester’s style of playing.
But Mrs. Case stopped this instantly. “If one of our team has shown excitement, we must not blame her too harshly,” she said, seriously. “This is our first time playing away from our own field. Be careful. Take time to think, Hester – ”
“That referee is unfair. They’ve given the game to East High, anyway. It was all fixed beforehand,” snarled the culprit.
“Listen, Hester,” said the teacher, gravely. “That is neither sportsmanlike nor truthful. You must restrain yourself. You are one of the best players we have; but you are fouling the game, and if you do not have a care we shall lose through your fault. Keep your temper. Don’t make it necessary for me to remind you again.”
This did not soothe Hester’s feelings. Mrs. Case had spoken sharply at last, and Hester went back to the field “just boiling inside,” as she told her chum.
The second half began. Again Central High was quicker in getting away with the ball. This time they kept it in play among themselves, too, until a goal was made; but if was from a foul and counted only one point.
Their friends cheered them, however, and as soon as the ball was put into play again the girls of Central High went at it with their old tactics and made splendid runs, finally getting another goal, this time from the field. The visiting team was then ahead in the score.
But the very next minute, when Hester had a chance to get into the game again, she snatched the ball from her opponent’s hands. It was so plain a foul that the girls did not need the whistle to cease play. And when the ball came back Hester’s team-mates were “rattled” again and East High secured another clean goal.
Indeed, all through the two halves the playing of the East High girls was perfectly clean, while that of Central High was spoiled by Hester. Her rough work was noticeable. Mary O’Rourke tried to keep her out of play as much as possible, and in doing this weakened her side. Before the end of the second half East High scored again, and the score finally stood, when the whistle was blown to cease playing, at seven to three in favor of the home team.
The girls of Central High were both disappointed and chagrined. But they cheered lustily for the winners (all but Hester) and were cheered fairly in return. Yet Laura and her friends knew that their team had made a bad impression upon the spectators and instructors because of Hester’s foul playing.
“That girl spoils everything she gets into,” declared Jess Morse, to Laura and Nellie. “I don’t see why Mrs. Case lets her play on the team. We certainly have got a black eye here.”
“I’m sorry for Hester – she has such a temper,” sighed the doctor’s gentle daughter.
“I do not know whether I am sorry for her or not,” said Laura, sternly. “It will be a long time before these girls over here at the East End of town will forget this game. It is bad enough to be beaten; but to be beaten by a member of our own team is what hurts.”
“Is that so, Miss?” exclaimed Hester’s harsh voice behind her. “Didn’t think I’d over-hear you, did you? You look out, Laura Belding, that you don’t get beaten in another way. I should think you’d had lesson enough – ”
A sudden flush sprang into Laura’s face.
“What do you mean by that, Hessie?” she cried. “What lesson do you refer to?”
But Hester merely tossed her head and went on. Laura was thoughtful for the remainder of the way home. She was thinking of the veil she had brought away with her from the haunted house.
CHAPTER XX – THE EIGHT-OARED SHELL
