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Almost three hundred presented themselves for enrollment. Scores of the leading citizens were also on hand to see how the new plan would take. Among these latter was Herr Schimmelpodt, the retired contractor, who was always such an enthusiastic booster for High School athletics.
Herr Schimmelpodt it was, who, a wealthy retired contractor, had found his second youth in his enthusiasm over the High School baseball nine the season before. Though thrifty enough in most matters, the German had become a liberal contributor to the High School athletic fund, to the great dismay of his good wife, who feared that his new outdoor fads would yet land them both in the poorhouse.
The first yell was sent up by Ripley, the second by another substitute. All the Gridley members of the team were excited at the close of this game. Not even their weariness kept down their spirits. Herr Schimmelpodt didn't attempt to enter quarters. He was now too much of a "sport" to attempt that. But he stood just outside the door, vigorously mopping his shining, wet face.
He was so big that he made a good deal of noise when he traveled. But he was going like a streak, and the clerk began to sprint in earnest. It was all in vain, however. With a few great bounds Herr Schimmelpodt was close enough to reach out one of his big arms and lay hold of the fleeing clerk. That clerk stopped suddenly, with a jolt.
Or the gale may tear it to pieces, scattering the diamonds over a whole block, and not one in ten of the stones would ever be found." Mrs. Macey sat in the runabout, a picture of mute misery. Herr Schimmelpodt elbowed his way through the outskirts of the crowd and stood absorbing his share in the local excitement. "Ach! I am afraid dere is von thing dot you gan't do, Bresgott," smiled the German.
He pinned the check to a half-sheet of paper on which he wrote, "Rah mit Prescott!" A few days later Mr. Schimmelpodt turned from Main Street into the side street on which Dick's parents kept their store and their home. "Ach! Und dere is de door vot that boy lives by," thought Mr. Schimmelpodt, just before he passed Dick's door. "Yen der game over was, und I saw dot boy go down -ach!" For Mr.
"What foolishness are you talking mit, vonce alretty?" demanded Herr Schimmelpodt, looking bewildered. "I've just been arrested, on a false charge of assault," Dick stated quietly. "You? Und you don't blay by der game yet' By der beard of Charlemagne," howled Herr Schimmelpodt excitedly, "ve see apoud dot!"
Some one brought the janitor of the church. A hardware dealer near by came along with two coils of rope, which he thought might be handy. Mr. Macey went inside with the janitor and the two chums. A score or two more would have followed, but the janitor called to Herr Schimmelpodt to bar the way, which the big German readily did.
"You see Schimmelpodt and that mocker didn't pass us on the way here." "But I think they're likely to have guessed our road," persisted Bayliss. "There was an ugly look on Wadleigh's face, too, as that car drove past here." "But old Schimmelpodt wouldn't stand for anything disorderly and -unlawful," urged Bert. "I don't know about that," retorted Bayliss significantly.
Bert Dodge and Bayliss looked over uneasily, several times, to where Lawyer Ripley and the young prisoner sat. Dick's father stood by in silence. He already knew his son's version of the affair of the day before. Herr Schimmelpodt didn't say anything, but sat down, breathing heavily. Then the clerk of the court and two court officers came in.
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