The Chums of Scranton High at Ice Hockey | Page 2

had two keen rivals for athletic honors. Allandale and
Belleville High fellows had given them a hard run of it before they
carried off the championship pennant of the county in baseball the
preceding summer.
Then, in the late fall, there had been a wonderfully successful athletic
tournament, inaugurated to celebrate the enclosing of the grounds
outside Scranton with a high board-fence, and the building of a
splendid grandstand, as well as rooms where the athletic participants in
sports might dress in comfort.
With the coming of winter the big field thus enclosed had been
properly flooded, so that it might afford a vast amount of healthy
recreation to all Scranton boys and girls who loved to skate.
Hitherto they had been compelled to trudge all the way out to Hobson's
mill-pond, and back, which was a long enough journey to keep many
from ever thinking of indulging in what is, perhaps, the most cherished

winter sport among youthful Americans.
The two friends had been asked around by the Juggins boy to inspect a
wonderful assortment of treasure trove that an old and peculiar uncle,
with a fad for collecting curios of every description, and who was at
present out in India, had sent to his young nephew and namesake.
These consisted of scores of most interesting objects, besides several
thousand rare postage stamps. Taken in all it was the greatest collection
of stamps any of them had ever heard of. And the other things proved
of such absorbing interest that Hugh and Thad had lingered until the
afternoon was done, with supper not so far away but that they must
hurry home.
Thad, apparently, had something on his mind which he wished to get
rid of, judging from the way in which he several times looked queerly
at his chum. Finally, as if determined to speak up, he started, half
apologetically:
"Hugh, excuse me if I'm butting in where I have no business," he said;
"but when I saw you talking so long with that town bully, Nick Lang,
this afternoon, after we got out of school, I didn't know what to think.
Was he threatening you about anything, Hugh? After that fine
dressing-down you gave Nick last summer, when he forced you to fight
him while we were out at that barn dance, I notice he keeps fairly mum
when you're around."
Hugh chuckled, as though the recollection might not be wholly
displeasing; though, truth to tell, that was the only fight he had been in
since coming to Scranton. Even it would not have taken place only that
he could not stand by and see the big bully thrash most cruelly a
weaker boy than himself.
"Oh! no, you're away off in your guess, Thad," he replied immediately.
"Fact is, instead of threats, Nick was asking a favor of me, for once in
his life."
"You don't say!" ejaculated Thad. "Well, now you've got me excited

there's nothing left but to tell me what sort of a favor Nick would want
of you, Hugh."
"It seems that for a long time he's been admiring those old hockey
skates of mine," continued the other. "In fact, they've grown on Nick so
that he even condescended to ask me to sell them to him for a dollar,
which he said he'd earned by doing odd jobs, just in order to buy my
old skates. He chanced to hear me say once that my mother had
promised to get me the best silver-plated hockey skates on the market,
for my next birthday, which is now only a few days off. That's all there
was to it, Thad."
"Well," commented Thad, "we all know that Nick is a boss skater, even
on the old runners he sports, and which mebbe his dad used before him,
they're that ancient. He can hold his own with the next one whenever
there's any ice worth using. And as to hockey, why, if Nick would only
play fair, which he never will, it seems because his nature must be
warped and crooked, he could have a leading place on our Seven. As it
is, the boys refused to stand for him in any game, and so he had to herd
with the scratch players. Even then Mr. Leonard, our efficient coach
and trainer, has to call him down good and hard for cheating, or playing
off-side purposely. It's anything to win, with Nick."
"You're painting Nick pretty true to life, Thad," agreed Hugh; "though
I'm sorry it's so, I've got a hunch that chap, if he only could be
reconstructed in some way or other, might be a shining mark in many
of our athletic games."
"Oh! that's hopeless, Hugh, I tell you. The leopard can't change its spots;
and Nick Lang was born to be just