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But don't get into any more trouble with him. You know we have a sort of self-government here, and we can't be smashing up things in the dormitory. I room downstairs in Number 26. Come in sometime soon." Later in the day Teeny-bits learned that his visitor was Neil Durant, pitcher on the baseball team, and captain of the football eleven.
"Teeny-bits did something wonderful, then, didn't he?" she shouted in his ear, and old Daniel Holbrook, her husband, shouted back: "You bet your life he did; it was Teeny-bits; he ran all the way over the home plate or whatever they call it and made a score. I dunno but he's won the game all by himself." In another part of the stands Doctor Wells was sitting beside Mr. Stevens.
After the evening meal that night he summoned Mr. Stevens and Teeny-bits to his office, and there put certain questions to the new captain of the Ridgley eleven that brought out the whole story of the incidents that had occurred on the night before the big game.
He said to himself that Teeny-bits was an apt nickname. There were other characteristics that Mr. Stevens did not see; one of them revealed itself half an hour after the master had introduced Teeny-bits to the members of the school who occupied the third-floor rooms in Gannett Hall.
They jabbered away and pointed at the thing, and while they were going through these tantrums Teeny-bits just walked out of the place and came home." "That is strange," said the mining engineer, "mighty strange. Didn't he find out why they were frightened or what was behind it all?" "No," said Neil, "I think the matter was sort of hushed up.
"That night," said Teeny-bits, "I remember that I came down two flights; this might be the place, but of course I didn't stop much to look around." At the top of the second flight Mr. Stevens and Teeny-bits came to a narrow hallway from which opened two doors. Mr. Stevens knocked softly on the one at the right and, receiving no answer, pushed it open.
He handed it to Teeny-bits, who bent forward a little so that the glow from the firelight fell on the photograph. Neil Durant and Ted Norris leaned toward him and the three of them saw the likeness of a young woman with smiling eyes and fine, clear features. "Mighty nice looking," said Neil Durant. "She reminds me of some one I've seen before, I can't think where."
What Neil Durant referred to was a five inch, terra-cotta colored blemish on Teeny-bits' smooth back. The shape of the mark was what made it peculiar. It resembled strikingly a dagger-like knife with a tapering blade and a thin handle. Once seen it was not likely to be forgotten.
"Keep it up, Snubby," said Teeny-bits. "You're putting life into the scrub." "If I'll come up to your room to-night, will you give me a few pointers about running with the ball?" asked Snubby as the two approached the Gannett Hall steps. "Come up right after supper and we'll talk for half an hour; then I'll have to study," said Teeny-bits. Snubby Turner came but not to talk about football.
You fellows certainly had the game developed to a fine point and though of course I, as an old Jefferson boy, was yelling hard for the purple, I couldn't help handing you chaps a bit when you came through. And your friend Teeny-bits now that I know him measures up to the idea of what he was like, which I got from watching him play." "Yes," said Neil, "he comes through you can always count on him.
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