Barbour Ralph Henry - For the Honor of the School: A Story of School Life and Interscholastic Sport

Ralph Henry Barbour

For the Honor of the School: A Story of School Life and Interscholastic Sport

CHAPTER I

THE CROSS-COUNTRY RACE

This way, Hillton!

In response ten boys dressed in white shirts bearing the crimson H, white running pants, and spiked shoes disentangled themselves from the crowd about the dressing-room door and assembled at the corner of the grand stand. The youth who had uttered the command was the captain of the Hillton Academy Cross-country Team, and, with the runners clustered close about him, he gave his last instructions before the race in low and earnest tones:

Fellows, we must win this, you know. Its going to be hard work; House and Beaming, of St. Eustace, are difficult men to beat, but I think we can do it. Northrop and I will try to attend to them. The rest of you must try your best for the next places. I dont believe there is a dangerous runner in Shrewsburgs team; at all events, there arent four. If they get less than four in ahead of us it wont matter. Save yourselves for the last three quarters of a mile, and dont try to leap the combination jump or the Liverpool; get over by the side railings or run up the braces, as youve done in practice. Its not style over the obstacles thats going to win this race, but good hard running and lots of wind at the end. Keep your strength till you need it most. Dont try to get ahead at the start; let the other fellow make the pace. And right now, while I think of it, do try not to take off too soon at the water jump. Moore, you try to remember about that, will you? And be sure before you start that your shoes are all right; its mighty tough work running with a scraped heel, I can tell you. Thats all; only keep yourselves moving, fellows, until the line-up.

In obedience to the warning, shoes were looked after again and the cotton wool stuffed carefully between them and the ankles to preclude chafing, and the boys limbered up their legs and kept the blood circulating by stepping gingerly about the track on their toes for all the world like a band of Indians performing a war dance. Presently the dressing-room door was flung open and twenty other boys trotted out and followed the example of the Hillton team. Of the twenty, ten bore on their sleeveless shirts the blue monogram of St. Eustace and ten the great green S of Shrewsburg High School. The distance judges had already taken themselves off to their posts of duty about the course, and the other officials were gathered in consultation at the starting line.

It was a bleak and cheerless Saturday afternoon. Overhead leaden clouds hung low, and the fluttering red flags that marked the course of the coming contest alone lent color to the gray November landscape.

Smells like snow, Wayne, said the Hillton captain to a runner who stood or rather danced beside him. I hope it wont. The grounds slippery enough now.

Rather wish it would, myself, was the reply. If I could get decently stuck in a snow bank Id like it a heap better than finishing last in the race.

You wont do that, you know. Lots of those Shrewsburg chaps are slow men. I wish I was as certain that wed win the race as I am that youll finish well.

Well, Ill do my best, Don, but you mustnt expect too much, said the other boy anxiously. I wouldnt have gone into it if you hadnt said that it didnt much matter whether I came in first or last.

And it doesnt; but I am certain, Wayne, that if you try you can finish well up in the bunch. I think youve got the making of a good runner. Of course, three weeks of training that is, the kind of training youve done the other lad grinned doesnt amount to a great deal when it comes to a four-mile race. After the first round pick some St. Eustace fellow and stick to him; youll be surprised to find how much better it goes if some one is making pace for you. By Jove! I do hope we can win to-day! This is your first term, Wayne, and of course you dont know how the fellows feel about it; but I tell you wed rather down St. Eustace than than eat!

They won last year, didnt they?

St. Eustace? Yes, that chap Beaming over there, the little chap that looks like a fox terrier, came in first and won the individual championship. Then House finished next about three yards behind, and I got in ten yards or so back of House. Then they got two more men in before another Hillton runner was in sight. Oh, it was a regular walk-over, Wayne. Come on, theyre ready.

And Donald Cunningham and Wayne Gordon hurried to the starting line. The former was a tall, lithe youth with not an ounce of superfluous flesh over the firm muscles. The pink hue of his bare arms and legs told of perfect physical condition and his thin face showed energy and resolution. His dark eyes rather thoughtful eyes they were had a habit of looking very straight at you as he spoke, and lent an expression of serious dignity to the countenance.

His companion was in appearance and temperament a notable contrast. While scarcely an inch shorter than the captain of the Cross-country Team, Wayne Gordon, by reason of much unnecessary flesh, appeared lower in stature, and lacked the fitness that comes of rigorous training. His muscles, despite some spasmodic practice for the days event, were still soft. While Donalds face showed energy, Waynes told of careless good humor and, especially about the lower part, of pertinacity which might under certain conditions develop into stubbornness. The eyes were brown, frank, and honest, and at this moment were gazing before him in smiling tensity.

The starter had cocked his pistol and the referee was warning the runners as to the penalty for starting before the signal. The onlookers, fully two hundred of them in all, were assembled along both sides of the cinder track, and were adding their voices to the referees, to the total overwhelming of the latter. The runners were formed in two lines across the track, their shoe spikes griping the earth and their bodies poised forward.

Has every one got his number? asked the referee. Remember, the judges cant register you if they dont see your numbers.

Several fluttering papers were repinned to the white shirts and the starter raised his voice.

Are you ready? A moments silence ensued.

Bang! The pistol cracked sharply and the runners swept in a bunch around the corner of the cinder track, gained the turf, and headed toward where the red flags indicated the first obstacle.

Of these obstacles the course held six, as follows: A Liverpool, a combination, two hedge jumps, a bank jump, and a water jump. The first consisted of a four-foot dry ditch in front of a five-foot rail fence, followed, in turn, by a broad and high hedge. The combination consisted of a low bank surmounted by a two-foot hedge and followed by a four-foot dry ditch. The hedge jumps differed only in height, the first being three feet and the second three feet six inches. The bank jump was four feet high. All these were comparatively easy of surmountal in comparison with the water jump. The hedges and bank might be scrambled over, the combination could be fallen over one didnt mind a few bruises and the Liverpool could be climbed over or surmounted by means of the fences on either side or the stays which held up the rails. But the water jump defied every method save a long, clean jump. An eighteen-inch hedge was constructed on the bank of a brook that came under the railway track and crossed the golf course to the lake. The brook was here eight feet broad and several feet deep in the middle, and constituted a very pretty obstacle in the way of a youth tired out by a one- or two-mile run and the conquest of all the lesser obstacles. Only on the last round of the course was the water jump omitted.