The Crimson Banner : $b A story of college baseballMoffat, William D. (William David)
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The Crimson Banner : $b A story of college baseball
Moffat, William D. (William David)
Baseball stories; College sports -- Juvenile fiction; College students -- Juvenile fiction
“I believe we have now all the facts before us, as far as they can
be ascertained; and, while they do not by any means exculpate you,
they throw a somewhat more favorable light upon your motives. You had
no right, however, to take the law in your own hands, as you did in
this undertaking, and you cannot free yourself from a share of the
responsibility for what occurred.”
“But the cannons, sir,” urged Ray. “They were ours, and they had been
stolen from us.”
“The cannons belong to the college,” said Dr. Drayton severely, “and
the college authorities were the proper persons to take steps in the
matter. We had already begun action for their recovery when this
disorderly demonstration took place.”
Ray had nothing more to say.
“Young gentlemen, you may go now,” continued the president. “You
will please present yourselves at my house this evening, when I will
acquaint you with the action of the faculty in this matter.”
We bowed, and were shown out of the room by Mr. Dikes.
CHAPTER XIV
THE PENALTY
No sooner were we outside than Ray turned to me and laid his hand on my
shoulder.
“Forgive me, Harry, for doubting you a single moment,” he said.
“Certainly,” I answered; “I don’t wonder at your doubts, for appearances
were dead against me.”
“What was I to think?” he continued. “The only evidence for summoning
me was the match box which I had given you. Then when Dr. Drayton spoke
about information obtained from you, what could I――――”
“Oh, don’t mention it again,” I broke in. “It disturbed me enough at
the time to think that you suspected me of such meanness. It is all
right now, so let it go.”
“I owe you a thousand apologies,” he said.
“Well, I’ll give you a receipted bill of them, and call it square,” I
answered, laughing. “The question that agitates me most just at this
moment, is what are the ‘potent, grave, and reverend signiors’ inside
there going to do with us.”
“I give it up,” answered Ray. “It is unfortunate all around. Here we
are, the least offending in the lot, hauled up to be made examples
of, while scapegraces like Percy Randall go at large, as if they were
spotless innocents. I could wring his neck for getting us into this
fix.”
“The faculty seem to be disposed to favor us somewhat,” I said, as I
recalled Dr. Drayton’s words.
Ray shook his head.
“We can’t get much encouragement, I fear, from that. It only means that
we won’t be expelled for good, as we would have been, undoubtedly, if
we had been ringleaders.”
It was with anxious hearts that we awaited the hour to go to Dr.
Drayton’s house. I did not go to dinner. I had no appetite, and I did
not care to face a club of noisy companions in my present mood. About
a quarter of eight o’clock Ray came to my room, where I was pacing the
floor impatiently, and we went over to the president’s residence.
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