The Chums of Scranton High: Or, Hugh Morgan's Uphill FightFerguson, Donald
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The Chums of Scranton High: Or, Hugh Morgan's Uphill Fight
Ferguson, Donald
Baseball -- Juvenile fiction; High school students -- Juvenile fiction
"Depend on me to do the right thing by Nick and Leon," Hugh assured
him. "When I have visitors drop in on me in this off-hand way, I
always want to be ready to treat them well. But I'm afraid they'll
think our reception committee rather frigid, eh, Thad?"
He soon came back bearing a massive tub that aroused the admiration of
Thad.
"That certainly is a jim-dandy wash-tub!" he declared. "I'm glad now
we made the shelf big enough. I reckon you had the dimensions of this
thing in your mind when doing your measurements, Hugh."
Next they lifted the tub on to the platform above. It could be readily
balanced on the edge so that a very slight pull from the cord would
tilt it forward, when the propensity for water to seek its own level
would do the rest.
They tested it a number of times, and it worked splendidly. "When
filled with water, it would only add to the gaiety of things," Thad
said, fervently.
"But where will we be all the time, Hugh?" he now asked.
"I've arranged all that," he was assured. "One of the objects of these
upright boards is to act as a cover for us, as well as to form a trap
for our guests. You see, I happen to know that Leon Disney owns a hand
electric torch like the one you showed me the other day that your uncle
in the city sent out, and which I want you to fetch over when you come
after supper. Just as like as not, he'll use it through the window
before they try to enter, so as to make sure the coast is clear.
That's why I've been so careful not to leave anything around that might
excite suspicion."
"Just so," laughed Thad, merrily, for as he was not going to get an icy
ducking, he felt as though he could afford to be happy; "after fellows
have worked so hard to jimmy their way into the premises of another,
it'd be a shame to discourage their efforts in the beginning. We might
paint a sign 'welcome,' and put it over the window, Hugh, just to let
them know everything is lovely, and the goose hangs high."
"I'll step outside, and take a peep in through the window to find out
how things look," suggested Hugh, which he proceeded to do.
"Nothing to excite anybody's suspicion that I can see," he announced.
"The tub is completely out of sight, just as I expected it would be,
and even the cord connecting it with our hiding place couldn't be
noticed unless you knew all about it beforehand. I guess our work is
done, all but filling the reservoir."
Procuring a bucket, they set to work. One carried and the other
poured, standing on the short step-ladder in order to better reach the
elevated tub.
"There, it's as full as I dare make it," Hugh finally announced.
"And for one, I'm not half sorry," Thad added, "because toting water
isn't altogether fun. That bucket is heavy enough to nearly pull your
arms out of their elbow sockets. You said something about _ice_,
didn't you, Hugh?"
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