The Girls of Central High at Basketball: or, The Great Gymnasium Mystery. Morrison Gertrude W.

from a mere basketball “fan” to a very alert and successful goal guard.

      This was Eve Sitz’s first important game, too; but the Swiss girl was of a cool and phlegmatic temperament and Laura Belding, as captain, had no fears for her.

      The audience was a large one, and was enthusiastic from the start. The girls of Central High always attended the boys’ games in force and applauded liberally for their own school team; so Chet Belding and Lance Darby, with a crowd of strong-lunged Central High boys at their backs, cheered their girl friends when they came on the field with the very effective school yell:

      “C-e-n, Central High!

      C-e-n-t-r-a-l, Central High!

      C-e-n-t-r-a-l-h-i-g-h, Central High!

      Ziz-z-z-z —

      Boom!”

      The teams took their places after warming up a little, their physical instructors acting as coaches, while the physical instructor for West High School of Centerport was referee. The officials on the lines were selected from the competing schools.

      It was agreed to play two fifteen-minute halves and the ball was put into play by the referee. The girls of Central High played like clockwork for the first five minutes and scored a clean goal. Their friends cheered tumultuously.

      When the ball was put into play again there was much excitement. “Shoot it here, Laura! I’m loose!” shouted Bobby, whose slang was always typical of the game she was playing.

      “Block her! Block her!” cried the captain of the East High team.

      Most of the instructions were supposed to be passed by signal; but the girls would get excited at times and, unless the referee blew her whistle and stopped the play, pandemonium did reign on the court once in a while. Suddenly the ball chanced to be snapped to Hester’s side of the court. Her opponent got it, and almost instantly the referee’s whistle blew.

      “That Central High girl at forward center is over-guarding.”

      “No, I’m not!” snapped Hester.

      The lady who acted as referee was a bit hot-tempered herself, perhaps. At least, this flat contradiction brought a most unexpected retort from her lips:

      “Central High Captain!”

      “Yes, ma’am?” gasped Laura Belding.

      “Take out your forward center and put in a substitute for this half.”

      “But, Miss Lawrence!” cried Laura, aghast.

      “You are delaying play, Miss Belding,” said the referee, sharply.

      Laura looked at Hester with commiseration; but she did not have to speak. The culprit, with a red and angry visage, was already crossing the court toward the dressing rooms. Laura put in Roberta Fish, and play went on.

      But the Central High team was rattled. East High got two goals – one from a foul – and so stood in the lead at the end of the half. The visiting team did not work so well together with the substitute player, and the captain of East High, seeing this fact, crowded the play to Roberta Fish’s side.

      “My goodness!” whispered Bobby Hargrew, as they ran off the field at the end of the half. “I hope that’s taught Hester a lesson. And this is once when we need Hester Grimes badly.”

      “I should say we did,” panted Laura.

      “We’ve got to play up some to win back that point we lost, let alone beating them,” cried Jess Morse.

      Nellie Agnew was the first to enter the dressing room assigned to the Central High girls. She looked around the empty room and gasped.

      “What’s the matter, Nell?” cried Bobby, crowding in.

      “Where is she?” demanded the doctor’s daughter.

      “Hessie has lit out!” shouted Bobby, turning back to the captain and her team-mates.

      “She’s got mad and gone home!” declared Jess Morse. “Her hat and coat are gone.”

      “Now what will we do?” cried Dorothy Lockwood.

      And the question was echoed from all sides. For without Hester it did not seem possible that the Central High team could hold its own with its opponents.

      CHAPTER VII – THE SECOND HALF

      The dressing room buzzed like an angry beehive for a minute. It was Laura Belding, captain of the team, who finally said:

      “Hester surely can’t have deserted us in this way. She knows that Roberta is not even familiar with our secret signals.”

      “She’s gone, just the same,” said her chum, Jess. “That’s how mean Hester Grimes is.”

      “Well, I declare! I don’t know that I blame her,” cried Lily Pendleton.

      “You don’t blame her?” repeated Nellie. “I don’t believe you’d blame Hester no matter what she did.”

      “She hasn’t done anything,” returned Lily, sullenly.

      “How about the gym. business – ”

      Bobby Hargrew began it, but Laura shut her off by a prompt palm laid across her mouth.

      “You be still, Bobby!” commanded Nellie Agnew.

      “You’re all just as unfair to Hessie as you can be,” said Lily with some spirit. “And now this woman from West High had to pick on her – ”

      “Don’t talk so foolishly, Lil,” said Dora Lockwood. “You know very well that Hester has been warned dozens of times not to talk back to the referee. Mrs. Case warns her almost every practice game about something. And now she has got taken up short. If it wasn’t for what it means to us all in this particular game, I wouldn’t care if she never played with us.”