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Updated: May 22, 2025
The sight of this gave the final blow to any hope that might have remained of History's conducting himself with dignity. When he and Tug were led in, there was such an hilarious celebration over the two Lakerim captives as the Indian powwow indulged in on seeing a scouting party bring in Daniel Boone a prisoner.
A few black ghosts flying for their lives were all they could see of the band that had been so courageous with only History and Tug to take care of. So the ten from Lakerim gathered together, and while B.J. beat time they spent what little breath was left in them on the club yell.
He thus had almost the old Lakerim eleven at his command; and that very night, in that very room, they concocted and practised a few secret tricks and a few surprises for Clayton, who was neither very fertile in invention nor very quick to understand the schemes of others.
The first event was a contest in horse-vaulting, in which no Lakerim men were entered. Kingston suffered a defeat. "Ill begun is half done up," sighed Jumbo.
After a day or two of this glory, however, they became fellow-citizens with the rest of the villagers, and were content to sit around the club-room and tell stories of the grand old days when the Lakerim Athletic Club had no club-house to cover its head the days when they fought so hard for admission to the Tri-State Interscholastic League of Academies.
After a few moments of thus caterwauling night hideous, like a pack of coyotes, the Crows began to close in on the Lakerim stronghold, and stones and sticks flew around the two in a shower that kept them busy dodging. "We've got to make a break for it, Hist'ry," said Tug, under his breath.
Clayton was too sure of his own position and power to pay any heed to the storm that was brewing for him, and was only too glad to see more Lakerim men on the scrub team for him to abuse. The next day Tug persuaded some of the others of the scrub eleven to "lay off" for a few days, and he also persuaded the captain of the scrub team to give him command for a week.
At last, though, he reached the campus, and dragged heavily along the path to his dormitory. He stopped at Tug's to see if Tug had any remains left of the latest box of good things from home; but no answer came to his knock, and he went sadly up to the next Lakerim room. But that was empty too, and all of the others of the Dozen were away.
Pretty had managed to find such a stick in the small stores of Lakerim. He bought it with Sawed-Off's money, and he practised his exercises with it so vigorously and so secretly that when he next appeared upon the campus and carried it, the Senior who had attacked him before, let him go by without any hindrance.
It was no longer necessary, as it had been at home in Lakerim, for the same twelve men to play all the games known to humanity to make a specialty of everything, so to speak.
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