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<h2 class="nobreak">CHAPTER XIV. CHARGE AND COUNTERCHARGE.</h2></div> Don’s bold accusation astounded those who heard it, for it was wholly unexpected. Renwood seemed amazed, Mayfair and Chatterton sprang to their feet, and Sterndale uttered an exclamation. “He’s the sneak who did the dirty work!” cried the doctor’s son. “He can’t deny it! He slashed those suits and destroyed that football!” “You’re a liar!” retorted Dolph, quick as a flash. It was well that Sterndale was between them instantly, else Don might have broken his promise to Renwood’s sister. Finding Dick there, he restrained himself, laughed harshly and triumphantly, and said: “That’s all right; I can afford to take it off you just now. In short order I’ll show you up as both a liar and a sneak. You followed me from this room last night, and you can’t deny that.” “I don’t wish to deny it. What if I did?” said Dolph. “From here you went directly to the dressing-room under the grand-stand, where you used your handsome pearl-handled knife to slash these suits and cut up the football. Why you did such a low, sneaking trick is more than I can understand, unless you were possessed by the Old Boy himself.” Renwood laughed derisively. [114]“You have more gall than any fellow I ever saw!” he declared. “I compliment you on your nerve, Mr. Scott!” “How do you know he had such a thing as a pearl-handled knife?” asked Sterndale. “That knife slashed the sleeve of my best coat from shoulder to elbow,” answered Don. “That knife cut these fingers,” and he displayed his bandaged digits. “That knife is in my possession!” With the final words, he took the knife from his pocket and held it up before them all, causing every one of them to utter exclamations of surprise. “Let him deny that it is his knife if he can!” challenged the dark-haired lad. “I haven’t the least notion of denying it,” said Dolph, immediately. “It is my knife, lost last Saturday night.” “Yes, lost in the struggle with me in the dressing-room, where I caught you just after you had finished your dirty work of cutting up the football and the suits. I left this suit of clothes I am wearing there Saturday afternoon, and I went up for it that night, after I was here in this room. I caught you there, and you fought like a fiend to escape without being recognized. When I had you down and was choking you into submission, you tried to stab me with the knife, and you did cut my shoulder a bit, but I got hold of your hand and took the knife from you. Here it is, and it is proof that you are the fellow I found in the dressing-room.” Don seemed to fancy that he had fastened the deed on[115] Renwood, and his air was one of satisfied triumph; but he was surprised to observe that Dolph showed neither confusion nor shame. Instead, the city youth laughed again, saying: “That’s a very clever fairy story, Scott, but you can’t make anybody believe it.” “Hardly,” agreed Mayfair. “It will not go down.” “Not mum-much!” scoffed Chatterton. “If you had not confessed being in the dressing-room Saturday night,” said Sterndale, regarding Don with mingled anger and aversion, “we had sufficient evidence to show you were there. We found this in the dressing-room.” He held up to view Don’s favorite red necktie. “And this just outside the gate to the field,” put in Mayfair, displaying a blood-stained handkerchief. “It has your monogram on it, Scott.” “Both necktie and handkerchief are mine,” declared Don, without hesitation. “The necktie was torn off in the struggle. I had the handkerchief wrapped about my fingers, but lost it on the way home.” “Sus-sus-slick yarn,” commented Danny, while the others, with the exception of Sterndale, smiled scornfully. Then, for the first time, Don realized that his words had fallen on unbelieving ears and his attempt to expose the villainy of Renwood was a complete failure. More than that, it was plain to him that circumstantial evidence had convinced these fellows that he was the dastardly sneak who had destroyed the football and ruined the suits. [116]For a moment he turned pale; then all the fury of his fiery nature burst forth, and he raved against them like a person bereft of reason. His eyes glared and a white froth formed on his lips, while he shook all over. It seemed that in his senseless rage he would attack them all, but he did not. The boys were awed by the spectacle, though Sterndale remained grave and firm, his face expressing no emotion. “Fools!” snarled Don. “You’re blind! Think I tore off my own necktie and left it behind so you might know I’d been there? How do you suppose I came into possession of that fellow’s knife unless I obtained it just as I’ve stated?” “That was easy,” declared Renwood himself. “I had the knife Saturday evening just before you entered this room, and I was sitting on that table over there. The knife was beside me when you came in and walked over to the table; when you left this room the knife was gone.” “That’s right,” nodded Mayfair. “We all hunted for it and couldn’t find it.” “And now we nun-nun-know why we couldn’t fuf-fuf-find it,” asserted Chatterton, wisely. “So you think I stole it?” grated the dark-eyed lad, showing his white teeth. “All right, think so, if you like! What do I care! You’re a lot of fools, and you’ll find it out before you are done with Renwood. As for him, he had better look out for me! I know he did the sneaking work Saturday night, and I will prove it against him so[117] there will be no way for him to squirm out of it! Anyhow, I’ll fix him, and you may bet your lives on that!” Don flung the handsome pearl-handled knife on the floor and started to walk from the room, Renwood having left the doorway free; but Dick Sterndale blocked his passage, putting out a strong hand to stop him. “Wait, Scott,” said the captain of the eleven, grimly. “When are you going to pay for that football and those suits?” The lips of the doctor’s son curled with scorn. “When?” he cried. “Never!” “Oh, yes, you will,” said Dick, quietly. “If I do, I hope I may drop dead the next instant!” panted Don. “If you do not,” warned the handsome fellow who blocked his path, “your father will.” “What do you mean? You——” “If you refuse to pay, I shall go to your father, tell him the whole story and demand payment from him.” Don caught his breath, and it seemed that he would assault the captain then and there; but Sterndale showed no wavering nor alarm, and the attack did not come. “Go ahead!” grated the dark-eyed lad. “Go to my father, if you like! You can’t drive me that way to pay for damage I never did! I’ll die before I’ll pay one cent!” It was plain enough that he meant it then, but Dick said: “Perhaps you will change your mind after you think it[118] over. I’ll give you till to-night. If you do not agree to pay by that time, I’ll call on your father.” He stepped aside, and the suspected youth walked to the door, where he turned for a last desperate fling at his accusers. His hands were clenched, his face flushed and his teeth showing as he looked back over his shoulder. “You’re a soft crowd!” he sneered, with curling lips. “If you were not, you wouldn’t be ready to get down and crawl for a common city cad. Because his father has some money and he is from Boston, you are ready to take anything off him and believe any lie he tells. Oh, you make me sick!” Then he went out. <hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> <div class="chapter"> [119] <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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