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Dick Randall, the Young Athlete - Ellery H. Clark
DICK RANDALL, THE YOUNG ATHLETE
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Ellery H. Clark
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
DICK RANDALL: DICK RANDALL: CHAPTER I: THE NEW BOY
CHAPTER II: DAVE ELLIS BREAKS A RECORD
CHAPTER III: DICK AND JIM GO ON A SHOOTING TRIP.
CHAPTER IV: THE SHOOTING TRIP’S UNEXPECTED ENDING
CHAPTER V: DUNCAN MCDONALD
CHAPTER VI: A QUESTION OF RIGHT AND WRONG
CHAPTER VII: A BATTLE ROYAL
CHAPTER VIII: ON DIAMOND AND RIVER
CHAPTER IX: FOUL PLAY
CHAPTER X: THE PENTATHLON
Dick Randall, the Young Athlete
By
Ellery H. Clark
Dick Randall, the Young Athlete
Published by Milk Press
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First published circa 1949
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DICK RANDALL: DICK RANDALL: CHAPTER I: THE NEW BOY
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FALL TERM AT FENTON ACADEMY had begun. Dick Randall came slowly down the dormitory steps, then stopped and stood hesitating, as if doubtful which way to turn. Uncertainty, indeed, was uppermost in his mind. He felt confused and out of place in his new surroundings, like a stranger in a strange land.
The day was dark and gloomy. The sky was overcast, and the afternoon sun shone halfheartedly from behind the clouds. A fresh breeze bent the trees in the quadrangle, scattering a shower of leaves about the yard. In spite of himself, Dick felt his spirits flag. ‘A’ thousand miles lay between him and home; and except for a few brief visits, made close at hand, this was his first real venture into the world. Unaccustomed to the change, unacquainted with his classmates, with the steady routine of work and play not yet begun, he was wretchedly homesick; and strive as he would, he could not keep his thoughts, for five minutes together, from his father and mother, and the white-walled farm-house on the slope of the mountain, looking down over the valley and the meadowland below. He felt ashamed and disgusted with himself, for he was no longer a kid
; he was almost seventeen, and big and strong for his age; and yet, fight it as he might, the longing for home would not down.
Thus he stood dreaming, gazing unseeingly across the yard, until presently, with a start, he came to himself. A friendly hand smote him between the shoulder-blades, a friendly arm was drawn through his, and he turned to meet the somewhat quizzical glance of his classmate and next-door neighbor in the dormitory—Harry Allen.
Instinctively Dick smiled. He had sat next to Allen at supper the night before and had taken a liking to him from the start. Allen had chattered away steadily, all through the meal, yet his talk had been unaffected, entertaining, and wholly free from any effort at trying to be funny
or showing off.
He was Randall’s opposite in every way—as slight and frail as Dick was big and broad-shouldered, as light as Dick was dark, and apparently, at the present moment, as cheerful as Dick was depressed. Well, Randall,
he asked, what you got on your mind? Composing a speech?
Dick flushed a little. No, nothing like that,
he answered; I don’t know just what I was doing. Just thinking, I guess. You see—
Allen interrupted him. Oh, I know,
he said; I’ve been through it, all right. You can bet on that. Don’t I remember the first day I came? Golly, I should say I did. Talk about a cat in a strange garret. Well, that was little me. Don’t worry, though. Just about three days, and you’ll think you’ve lived here all your life. It’s a dandy school. You’ll find that out for yourself. And Mr. Fenton! Well, if there’s a better master in the state, I’d like to see him. Teach! I guess he can. Languages, you know—that’s his branch. He’s got Latin and Greek down fine. And English! Why, they say his English course is the best thing outside of college. He starts away back with Chaucer—’well of English undefyled,’—Spenser, you know, Faerie Queene—and he brings us right down to Robert Louis Stevenson. Oh, it’s great! No fellow from this school has flunked English for ten years. How’s that? Going some?
He paused, a little out of breath. Dick smiled, finding something humorous in the contrast between his classmate’s breezy speech, and the English undefyled,
for which his liking was so evidently sincere. Yet he found Allen’s talk acting on him like magic, and by the time they had reached the end of the yard, his gloomy thoughts were forgotten, and he was himself once more.
To the left, they could see the boat-house, and the faint blue of the river, just showing through the trees; to the right lay the athletic field, and it was toward the track that Allen turned.
Come on,
he said; let’s walk down and watch Dave Ellis. He’s going to try the Pentathlon. He’s been training for it all summer. You met him last night, didn’t you?
Dick nodded. Yes, I met him,
he answered. He had sat opposite Ellis at table, and had admired his rangy and powerful build. Yet something, too, in his manner, had repelled him as well; Ellis had seemed a little patronizing, with a trifle too much of the Conquering Hero
about him. So that now Dick hesitated for a moment, and then asked, Say, Allen, if it’s a proper question, what sort of fellow is Ellis? Doesn’t he seem pretty—well, I don’t know just what word I want—pretty—cocksure of himself, somehow?
Allen did not answer at once, and when at length he did so, it was in rather a guarded tone. Well, you see, Randall,
he replied, I don’t believe I’d better say anything. Dave’s a candidate for class president next spring, and he’s pretty sure to get it, too. Only—some of the fellows have been sounding me to see if I cared to run, and if I should, why, I wouldn’t want you to think, from anything I said—
Randall’s face was scarlet with embarrassment. Excuse me, Allen,
he cried, I didn’t know. I didn’t mean—
Allen hastened to reassure him. Of course you didn’t,
He said; that’s all right, Randall. I only thought I’d let you know. And as far as that goes, there’s really no reason why I shouldn’t say what I think about Dave, if you’ll give me credit for being fair about it, and won’t think I’m trying to work any electioneering games. Here’s just what I think about him. I think Dave’s a good fellow. And he’s certainly a remarkable athlete—one of the best, I guess, that we’ve ever had in the school. All I don’t like about him is, that he hasn’t much school spirit; I think he’s for Dave Ellis first, and the school afterward. But still he’s all right, you know. He’s a good enough sort of fellow in most ways. One thing, though, he’s got to look out for. And that’s his studies. He had a close shave getting by last year, and I don’t believe he’s opened a book since school closed. Oh, Dave’s all right, but you’ll find he’s a good deal bigger man outside the lecture room than he is in.
Dick nodded. I see,
he answered; and I’m much obliged, Allen, for telling me about the election. I won’t go putting my foot in it again, in a hurry. I’ll know enough after this to keep my mouth shut, till I begin to get the hang of things. Ellis must be a dandy athlete, though. I never saw a better built fellow in my life.
Allen was quick to assent. Oh, he is,
he answered. He’s a corker. He’s six feet one, and weighs a hundred and eighty pounds. He’s awfully good on the track, and he pulls a fair oar, and I guess he’s the best full-back we ever had in the school. Was the best fullback, I mean. You knew we’d cut out football, didn’t you?
Yes,
Dick answered, I heard about it. Was a fellow really killed, Allen?
His companion nodded. Yes, Faulkner, of Hopevale,
he said. It happened in the Clinton game. It was an awfully sad thing, too. His whole family had come on to see the match. It happened in a scrimmage. He was picked up unconscious. But no one thought it was really anything serious. They took him to the infirmary; pretty soon he was in a fever; went out of his head; and two days later he died. Injured internally, the doctors said. So of course we cut out foot-ball, and I’m glad of it, too.
Dick drew a long breath. That was tough!
he exclaimed. Think how his father and mother must have felt! And the master at Hopevale, too. I suppose he considered himself somehow to blame, though of course he wasn’t, really.
Allen shook his head. No, of course it wasn’t his fault,
he answered. It was just one of those things no one could foresee. But I’m glad they’ve stopped it, anyway. So now Dave’s going to put all his time into the track, because, you see, with foot-ball off the list, it makes the Pentathlon more important than ever. This spring is going to decide who wins the cup, and the way things look now, the Pentathlon may settle the whole business. They’ve got a dandy Pentathlon man over at Clinton—a fellow named Johnson—he won it last year, and broke the record—made two hundred and eighty points—so if Dave could beat him, it would be great for us, all right. I guess we can tell something from what he does to-day.
They walked on for a few moments in silence; then Dick, with sudden resolve, turned squarely to his friend. Look here, Allen,
he said, I know you’ll think I’m greener than grass, but I read somewhere, once on a time, that if a fellow didn’t understand a thing, he might as well own up to it, or else he’d never learn at all. And that’s what I’m going to do now. I’m not up to date on school affairs. I don’t even know what cup you’re talking about. And I don’t know what you mean by the Pentathlon. I suppose it’s got something to do with athletics, but if you hadn’t said anything about it, it might be something to eat, for all I’d know. So if you don’t mind, I wish you’d explain things to me, and then, perhaps, I won’t feel quite so much like a fool as I do now.
Allen laughed. Heavens,
he said, it isn’t your fault, Randall; it’s mine. Here I go rattling on about everything, as if you’d been in the school as many years as I have. No wonder I’ve got you mixed. Well, now, let’s see; I’ll begin with the cup. No, I won’t either; I’ll begin at the beginning; and that’s with Mr. Fenton. Do you know anything about what he did in college?
Dick shook his head. No, I don’t,
he answered humbly. I told you I was green. We don’t know much about athletics out our way. Unless plowing, and getting in hay, and chopping wood count for anything. If they do, we might have a show.
Allen laughed again. Well, they ought to, all right,
he answered. "What a bully idea for a Pentathlon! I’m going to speak to Mr. Fenton about it. People couldn’t say athletics were a waste of time then. Well, to come back to him. He was a hummer when he was in college. He was awfully popular, and he