The Meadow-Brook Girls on the Tennis Courts; Or, Winning Out in the Big Tournament

by Roy J. Snell

  CHAPTER XVIII WHAT THE SPY LEARNED

  The purchases made, Jane drove at her usual rate of speed until shereached the tournament grounds. She slowed down just long enough to gainthe field, then put on full speed. The car went dashing over the lot,threatening every minute to upset. She did not even turn out for a groupof workmen. They were the men who got out of the way, and just in time,too. No amount of argument on the part of her companions could induceJane McCarthy to drive slowly. Of course, she would not have run over anyone recklessly, but in trying to avoid doing so she might have upset hercar and caused serious injury to her passengers.

  The boys were still rolling their practice court with hand rollers,packing down a lump or digging it off here and there, giving as muchattention to the task as if the tournament were to be played on thatparticular court.

  "It is a shame for the boys to work so hard," said Miss Elting.

  "Do them good," answered George carelessly.

  "We thaw the cup, Tham," cried Tommy, leaping from the car.

  "Well, seeing is believing."

  "And each of uth ith going to have it in her home. Jutht think of that!"

  "Just think of it," scoffed Sam. "Makes me dizzy to contemplate. Aren'tyou girls eating in the middle of the day any more or are you fasting forthe tournament?"

  They hadn't thought of luncheon. They had been absorbed with matters ofmuch greater importance.

  "I don't see anything that looks like a campfire," said Hazel, glancingabout her.

  George led the way to the rear of the tents, where he pointed proudly toa fireplace made of stones. Near it was a pile of dry wood, some soft forstarting the fire, some hard for making a bed of hot coals.

  "As you are not fasting, we shall proceed to get something to eat foryou," declared Captain George.

  "No, indeed. You have done quite enough. We will get it ourselves,"answered Harriet, immediately setting about preparing the noonday meal,which in this instance would be eaten some time after noon. Hercompanions put on their aprons, and half an hour later Tramp Boys andMeadow-Brook Girls sat down to a light luncheon.

  George told them such other news as he had learned, the plans for thetournament, how the names of the players who were to be opposed to eachother were to be drawn, and the like. No one knew exactly whom she was toplay against, no one would know until the drawings were made shortlybefore the game was to be played. This added a spice to the contest,though that was not the purpose of the regulation.

  "You see," continued the captain, "in case you were pitted against suchplayers as the Scott Sisters, or those high-toned players from New YorkCity, you might go down and out in the first set. Then you would be donefor, for good and all this season, without a doubt."

  "You are mistaken," answered Harriet promptly.

  "I know the laws," answered George with some warmth.

  "Yes, but it is quite plain that you do not know the Meadow-Brook Girls.In the case you mention it would be the New York girls who would be donefor, for good and all. You are mistaken, George. But we forgive you. Weknow your heart is in the right place."

  "There's no use trying to tell you anything," objected the captainwarmly. "You are so stubborn."

  "Isn't that the way to be?" questioned Harriet Burrell sweetly. "Or wouldyou prefer to have us meek and to say, 'Oh, yes, the New York girls willwin, of course. We stand no chance, whatever; we are going to lie rightdown on the court and let them have their way'? Is that the way you wouldlike to have me receive your remarks and answer them?"

  "No!" exploded George, "not by a jug full. I withdraw my ungentlemanlyremark and beg your pardon. You are right and I am wrong. You are alwaysright. Tommy says so and I agree with her."

  "You thee, I am the withe one of the outfit, Mith Elting," spoke up Tommybrightly.

  "How many prizes are to be offered?" asked the guardian, thus putting anend to the subject the young folks had been discussing. "I have heardnothing about it save the little you and Mr. Herrington have mentioned."

  "In the doubles, you mean? Well, there is the championship cup----"

  "Our cup," cut in Tommy. "You know we are each to have it in our hometh."

  "There is a smaller cup, too, I believe. There is also a gold braceletand a few other consolation prizes, including a pair of rag dolls for theones at the tail end of the procession. How would you like a nice,homemade rag doll, Grace?"

  "I don't want a rag doll, I want a thilver cup--_the_ thilver cup,"protested Tommy indignantly. "I won't have a rag doll!"

  "Of course not," agreed Harriet. "What a ridiculous idea! We shall have asilver cup, shan't we, dear?"

  "_The_ thilver cup," corrected Tommy.

  "Yes. And how soon will our court be ready for us, Captain?" askedHarriet, turning to the captain.

  "Not until late this afternoon. You will want to get settled and rest andadjust yourselves."

  "No; I shall, for one, want to get to work as soon as I shall haveproperly digested my luncheon," replied Harriet, and then, turning toCharlie Mabie, she added, "Charlie, you are actually getting thin."

  "No wonder. I'm doing all the running for both outfits. Up at the camp inthe woods it was 'Charlie, run to town and get so and so.' Town was onlytwelve miles away, but Charlie runs just the same. Now it will be,'Charlie, run over to town and get a box of candy for the girls.'"

  "Not for these girls," interjected Harriet. "These girls are not eatingcandy at the present time. We are living plainly, I would have youunderstand. Tommy, I want you to help me for a little while. You aresmall and thin. Do you wish to assist me in working out something?"

  "Yeth."

  "Then I wish you would stand up and let me see if I can hit you with thetennis ball. I want to try an experiment."

  "I gueth not. You had better try to hit a tree if you want thomething tohit. I don't like thuch experimenth."

  "I'll be the easy mark," offered Sam. "You may hit me in the face, too,if you want to and can. Only don't volley for my game nose. It is still alittle tender from the wollop Grace gave it with her racquet that time.You won't throw your racquet at me, will you?"

  "Indeed, not," answered Harriet with a merry laugh. "I just want topractise for accuracy."

  Sam posed as a mark for Harriet shortly after dinner, though shepermitted him to try to avoid her returns. Sam succeeded part of thetime, but not all of the time. Harriet had a little mystifying way ofsending the ball at him and reaching almost any spot on his body at whichshe chose to aim. George said it was because Sam was too slow to get outof the way. Harriet smiled but made no denial. There was no regularpractice play, however, until very late in the afternoon. Then for a timethe girls limbered up on the court while the boys were placing the net.

  Then they decided to play a set. Jane and Hazel won the first two gamesof the set, the other four games going to Harriet and Tommy. The secondset, by agreement, was played much faster than the first had been. Thegirls really disposed of this set with a dash and spirit that they hadnot displayed at any other previous practice.

  "Well, I'll be jiggered!" declared George. "I didn't think you had it inyou to go through with it like that. That was a dandy, but not yet fastenough to win the big cup."

  Harriet laughed at him with that teasing laugh that always made Georgefeel like chewing the brim of his hat to keep from making remarks.Harriet suggested that they play a slower game this time and try to putinto practice all the tricks they had learned from Mr. Disbrow, torehearse everything, in fact, that they held in reserve for theiropponents when the time came to play the big games.

  It was an interesting practice and one who had been looking on might havegained some valuable information as to what sort of a game theMeadow-Brook Girls intended to play in the tournament.

  "Another thing that we need is a set of signals," announced Harriet. "Nowwe all play with our right hands, so I suggest that we agree upon acertain set of signals to be made with the left hand as a direction too
ur playing-mate as to what to do. These signals must not be overdone,only used in case of extreme necessity. Not knowing how we shall bepaired off on the playing day, we must all learn them alike. I haveprepared a few already. We can add others as they seem to be needed."

  Harriet then explained her signals to her companions, which each onewrote down at her dictation while the boys looked on wonderingly. Sam hadgone back to their own camp on an errand for George, so he was not aparty to the plan. After they had read over their lists, Harriet wentthrough the signals, requiring the others to interpret them as she madethe signs. When unable to do so they had but to refer to their papers.This proved a very short cut to memorizing the signals.

  "Of course," continued Harriet, "we can't be watching each other all thetime for signals, but there may come moments when an understandingbetween the team-mates may be worth a great deal to each of them."

  "I don't know whether P. E. will approve of this business or not," saidCaptain Baker in a doubtful tone.

  "If he does not, of course, we shall not use them," answered Harrietreadily. "I'll tell you what we will do. We will play a game for himwithout telling him we are going to use signals, while all the time wewill be signaling to each other. Then we will tell him and ask hisjudgment on the matter."

  "Agreed," said George. "Now, if you think you have the signals down patenough, suppose you play a game for me, using the signs as you find youcan. You, Jane and Hazel, are not supposed to know anything about thesesignals for this game. Just don't see them."

  A game was played, and several times during the progress of it Harriet orTommy made use of the signals. The other team-mates could not whollyoverlook these signals, hence they were in a measure on their guard forwhat followed each time, but the value of signals was so apparent thatGeorge declared himself fully convinced. He said there could be no doubtas to how P. E. would view them.

  "How did you ever think of it, Harriet?" he questioned, gazing at heradmiringly.

  "I just dreamed them out at home the other night, but I had forgotten allabout it until to-day."

  "Well, all I've got to say about it is that you are a mighty gooddreamer. Now, we haven't much time left before dark, so go ahead andplay. Use your signals, use everything. Work fast and do your best.There's no one to see you. No one comes around here. They know betterwhen we men are on hand to watch over you."

  Despite George's boast, however, a young man had been gradually workinghis way through the grove, approaching the tennis court from the rear ofthe tents, his stealthy movements as he darted from tree to tree beingshielded from their view by the tents. As the shadows grew more dense inthe grove he kept creeping closer. There was still plenty of light forthe players, and their movements were quite plain to the spy who hadstolen upon them.

  Reaching a point some little distance removed from the camp and now toone side of it, a position that commanded a fairly unobstructed view ofthe tennis court, he drew a pair of opera glasses from his pocket andimmediately became absorbed in watching the playing on the Meadow-Brookcourt. Now and then he was able to hear what was said, but, fortunately,when discussing the signals the girls and boys lowered their voicesinstinctively. If the fellow had been a keen student of the game heundoubtedly would have seen that something was being done that lookedlike learning a signal code, but whether or not he understood the meaningof the natural movements of the left arms and hands of the players cannotbe said. He had not crept close enough to make his observations beforethey began to play.

  While all this was going on Sam Crocker had been to the Tramp Boys' campand was on his way back. All at once he halted, and, shading his eyes,gazed at the figure. The fellow's back was turned toward Sam. Then thelatter saw the opera glasses. He understood at once. Some one was spyingon the camp.

  "Oh!" chuckled Sam, rolling up his sleeves, "here is food for reflection,and food for my two big fists. Now, Mr. Man, look out for yourself, forthe avenger is certainly on your trail!"

  The avenger was. Stooping low and moving with extreme caution, SamCrocker crept slowly up toward the supposed spy, getting nearer andnearer. All at once, after straightening up, he uttered a whoop andsprang forward, hurling himself on the man at the tree.