College freshmen -- Juvenile fiction; College stories; Male friendship -- Juvenile fiction
With the trigonometry lesson but fairly begun, another of the lame ones
dropped in; then a third and fourth. Larry didn’t “baby” the mental
mendicants――not any; on the contrary, with the exception of little
Purdick, he was gruffly sarcastic with them, calling them cripples,
and demanding to know how long it was going to be before they’d throw
the crutches away. It was the wise thing to do, but Larry didn’t do
it because he was wise; it was chiefly impatience with a bunch of
fellows the majority of whom hadn’t made the most of their preparatory
advantages while they had them.
Purdick, the first to come, was the last to go. After the others had
dropped out one by one, he told Larry why he was lingering.
“You’ve been rattling good to me, Donovan, and there’s something I
ought to tell you,” was the way he began the thing that had to be said.
“All right; spill it,” said Larry.
“This fellow Underhill, in your section; you had a racket with him
after the foot-ball game with Rockford Poly, didn’t you?”
“Not much of a racket. He was standing, with a bunch of his own
kind, on the gym. steps as I came from the showers, and was busy
black-listing the coach for having put me in: said it was a disgrace
to Sheddon to use a ‘mucker’ on the ’Varsity, and then chucked in some
things about my home folks that I don’t take from anybody.”
“Did you hit him?”
“No; I tried it, but the others got between. Then I guess I did a
fool thing. Underhill’s father is the head of a firm of railroad
contractors. A couple of years back this firm had a job on our home
railroad, and it did so much crooked work that the contract had to be
cancelled. Dick told me about this one day when Underhill had gone out
of his way to cold-shoulder me.”
“And you slammed that in Undy’s face?”
Larry nodded. “I was hot, and didn’t have any better sense.”
Little Purdick wriggled uneasily in his chair.
“It’s snitching, in a way, I suppose, but I’ve got to tell you, Donnie.
Underhill and his bunch eat at the restaurant, pretty often. They talk
before me just as if I wasn’t there――as I guess they would before any
‘menial.’ Underhill’s got it in for you. I overheard him tell the other
fellows of his crowd that he was going to make Sheddon too hot to hold
you; he said the university wasn’t big enough to hold you and him at
the same time.”
“That was just bunk,” said Larry contemptuously.
“I don’t know,” Purdick returned slowly. “He’s got all the money there
is in the world; and a spender always gets a crowd around him――of the
kind that’ll do his dirty work for him.”
“How come you know so much about it, Purdy?”
“It’s up to me to know. This is my second year in Sheddon. I was here
last year and flunked out――had to take the work over again. I guess I’m
not much good, anyway.”
Larry had his own opinion about that. What he suspected was that
Purdick had had to do so much outside work for the money-earning that
he hadn’t had time, or the needed energy, for study――which was the fact.
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