Left Half Harmon. Barbour Ralph Henry
name. I see. Well – ”
“Hold on!” exclaimed Bob. “I thought your middle name was Edward!”
“No, my middle name is Kane. Willard is my first name.” Harmon explained politely and smilingly. Joe’s jaw began to drop slowly.
“What!” cried Bob. “Aren’t you Gordon Harmon, the fellow who played full-back last year for Schuyler High?”
Harmon shook his head gently. “Oh, no, that’s my brother,” he said.
A deep silence fell. Bob stared at Joe and Joe stared at Martin and all three stared at Harmon. And the latter met their looks with an amused smile. When the silence threatened to continue forever Bob gave an audible gulp and blurted wildly:
“But I saw the name on your bag! It’s there now! ‘Gordon Edward Harmon!’”
“Oh,” replied Harmon gently, “that isn’t my bag. I borrowed it from my brother.”
CHAPTER V
THE WRONG BOY
Another silence ensued, broken at last by a groan from Bob.
“Then you’re not – you don’t – ”
“There’s evidently been a mistake,” said Willard regretfully. “Still, of course it doesn’t much matter whether my name’s Willard or Gordon, does it? As Shakespeare says, ‘What’s in a name?’”
“I never could stand that fellow Shakespeare,” muttered Bob. Joe was still staring across the table at Willard in a strange fascination. Martin’s countenance was gradually assuming a broad grin. Willard went on brightly and cheerfully.
“What I couldn’t understand was why you chaps were so anxious to have me here. Just at first, naturally, I was a bit peevish at being locked up, but when I came to think it over, like you told me to, I realized that your wanting me to stay was a compliment. It wasn’t as if I was of some consequence, as if I was a football player or an athlete or something like that. You fellows just took a liking to me and couldn’t bear to see me go anywhere else. When I realized that I didn’t feel as if I could disappoint you!”
“Oh, shut up,” pleaded Joe miserably.
Willard evidently didn’t hear him. “And then promising me a position on the football team and getting me a nice room and arranging to pay my tuition – ”
“No, by gosh!” exploded Joe. “You don’t come that, Harmon! That’s off! You hear me?”
“What do you mean?” asked Willard aggrievedly. “Didn’t you say you’d fix it so I wouldn’t have to pay any tuition for the first half of the year?”
“No matter what I said,” retorted Joe wildly. “It’s off!”
“But – but you promised me a place on the team, Myers! You can’t go back on that!”
“Can’t I?” asked Joe grimly. “You told me you were Gordon Harmon – ”
“I beg your pardon,” denied Willard firmly. “I didn’t tell you that. You – you must have seen that label on my bag!”
“Never mind! I thought you were Gordon Harmon. We all did. That’s why we wanted you here. That’s why we thought Kenly had made promises and why we offered to see you through the half-year. Now, by gosh, you aren’t Harmon at all!”
“But it wasn’t my fault you made the mistake! And awhile back when I said that maybe I wasn’t as much of a football player as you thought I was you said you’d risk it. Why, my main reason for agreeing to stay here was your promising me I could play football!”
“That’s right, Joe,” said Martin. “You did promise him that.”
Joe turned scowlingly and found Martin’s face red with repressed laughter. “What’s the matter with you?” he growled. “Hang it, it’s no laughing matter! If this chump thinks I’m going to stick him on the team – ”
“Oh, take a tumble, Joe!” gurgled Martin. “Can’t you see Harmon’s stringing you? Oh, gee!” And Martin gave way to uncontrolled laughter.
Joe looked at Willard searchingly, a somewhat forced smile on his face. “That’s right?” he asked doubtfully.
Willard nodded, his gray-blue eyes twinkling merrily.
“I hope you choke!” said Joe. But the wish was followed by a deep sigh of relief.
“Doesn’t it seem fair enough,” laughed Willard, “for me to have my joke after you’ve had yours?”
“Sure!” agreed Martin. “He who laughs last laughs best!”
“What I want to know,” declared Bob earnestly, “is where that brother of yours is! Has Kenly got him?”
“No, he’s entered the Navy. I told you, didn’t I? He has always wanted to, but dad wouldn’t stand for it. And a couple of months ago Gordon just lit out. He meant to go to Kenly, if he went anywhere, and that’s why I decided on Kenly. I thought one of us might as well go there!”
“Well,” said Joe, “I guess the laugh’s on us, all right! I – I suppose you mean to stay here?”
“Surely! I’m entered now, you know. Besides, I like the place very well, probably quite as well as I’d have liked Kenly. And then being sure of a place on the football team here – ”
“Have a heart!” groaned Joe. “Look here, have you ever played football at all?”
“A little. I got into a couple of games last year.”
“Where did you play?” asked Joe.
“Left half.”
Joe shook his head. “No good,” he muttered. “We’ve got more half-backs than we can use. What we need is a corking good full-back; and a couple of linemen.” He viewed Willard despondently. “I thought you looked pretty light for a full-back.”
“Me, too,” sighed Bob. “I couldn’t quite picture you smashing through a line like Gordon Harmon did!”
“No, Gordon’s four inches bigger all around than I am, and he weighs nearly thirty pounds more.”
“Too bad for a fellow like that to waste himself in the Navy,” mourned Joe. “Look here, Harmon, I’ll tell you what I’ll do. I can’t promise you a place, old man: you must see that yourself: but I’ll see that you get every chance to make good.”
Willard laughed softly. “Well, I won’t hold you to the agreement, Myers, under the circumstances. In fact, I’d rather you didn’t show me any favor. I’ll probably have a stab at the team, but I shan’t be heartbroken if I don’t make it. In any case, I’d rather stand on my own feet. Much obliged, just the same.”
“Well, that’s decent of you,” muttered Joe relievedly. “But of course I want to do anything I can to help. Guess we got you here under false pretenses, sort of, and it’s up to us to – to – ”
“Oh, no, you didn’t,” Willard assured him. “I saw what was up before I consented. At first I thought you were all just crazy. Then I remembered how you had asked my name and if I’d come from Schuyler High and understood. You chaps pulled a neat trick down there at the station. I’ll say that. I didn’t even suspect that you meant me to lose that train.”
Joe nodded joylessly. “That was Bob’s idea. The poor simp saw the name on your bag and fell for it!”
“So did you when I told you,” retorted Bob resentfully. “Any fellow would have been fooled!”
“Seems to me,” said Martin, “it’s up to us to apologize to Harmon. If anyone has a right to be peeved it’s he.”
“Guess that’s right, too,” replied Joe. “I’m sorry, Harmon. Hope you’ll – er – overlook the way we treated you and – and everything.”
“Same here,” said Bob. “Of