The Rover Boys at School





CHAPTER V

 

ON THE WAY TO PUTNAM HALL

 

 

"I don't think we'll want to send word to Aunt Martha to be taken

back," observed Sam, who sat on the driver's seat with the hired

man.

 

"Neither do I," returned Tom. "To be sure, we have a nice enough

home here, but it's dreadfully slow."

 

"There is no telling what may be in store for us," joined in Dick.

"Don't you remember how Fred Garrison fared at Holly School?  That

institution sent out a splendid circular, and when Fred got there

they almost starved him to death."

 

"That is true.  Where is Fred now?"

 

"I don't know."

 

"Mr. Colby wouldn't recommend Putnam Hall if it wasn't all right,"

remarked Tom.  "Jack, whip up the team, or we'll miss that train."

 

The trunks had gone on ahead, and when they reached the depot at

Oak Run they found old Ricks grumbling because no one was there to

check them.

 

"Do you reckon I'm going to be responsible for everybody's

baggage?" he snarled as Dick approached him.

 

"I'll check them as soon as I can get tickets," answered Dick

curtly.  "What an old bear he is!" he whispered to Tom.  "He

didn't treat me half decently when I was over here about the

watch."

 

"If only we had a little time I would fix him," whispered Tom in

return.  He had sobered down for several days now and was dying to

play a trick on somebody.

 

They went into the station and procured tickets, and then found

the time for the train had been changed, and it would not be along

for nearly half an hour.

 

"Good!  Just wait till I get back," said Tom.

 

He had noticed Ricks gathering up some waste paper around the

depot, and felt tolerably certain the old fellow was about to

build a bonfire of it.  Walking over to one of the stores, he

entered, and asked the proprietor if he had any large firecrackers

on hand.

 

"Just two, sir," said the storekeeper, and brought them forth.

Each was six inches long and thick in proportion.

 

"How much?" asked the boy.

 

"Seeing as they are the last I have, I'll let you have them for

fifteen cents each."

 

"I'll give you a quarter for the two."

 

"Very well; here you are," and the transfer was made on the spot.

Slipping the firecrackers into his coat pocket, Tom sauntered up

to old Ricks, while Sam and Dick looked on, sure that something

was in the wind.

 

"Ricks, that is pretty bad news from Middletown, isn't it?" he

observed.

 

"Bad news?  What do you mean?" demanded the station master, as he

threw some more waste paper on the fire, which he had just lit.

 

"About that dynamite being stolen by train wreckers.  They think

some of the explosive was brought up here."

 

"Didn't hear of it."

 

"Dynamite is pretty bad stuff to have around, so I've heard."

 

"Awful!  Awful!  I never want to see any of it," answered Ricks,

with a decided shake of his head.

 

"If it goes off it's apt to blow everything to splinters," went on

Dick.

 

"That's so--I don't want any of it," and the old man began to

gather up more waste paper for his fire.  Watching his chance,

Tom threw one of the firecrackers into the blaze and then

rejoined his brothers.

 

With a handful of paper Ricks again approached the blaze.  He was

standing almost over it when the firecracker went off, making a

tremendous report and scattering the light blazing paper in all

directions.

 

"Help!  I'm killed!" yelled old Ricks, as he fell upon his back.

"Get me away from here!  There's dynamite in this fire!"  And he

rolled over, leapt to his feet, and ran off like a madman.

 

"Don't be alarmed--it was only a firecracker," called out Tom,

loud enough for all standing around to hear, and then he ran for

the train, which had just come in.  Soon he and his brothers were

on board and off, leaving poor Ricks to be heartily laughed at by

those who had observed his sudden terror.  It was many a day

before the cranky station master heard the last of his dynamite.

 

The boys were to ride from Oak Run to Ithaca, and there take a

small steamer which ran from that city to the head of the lake,

stopping at Cedarville, the nearest village to Putnam Hall.  At

Cedarville one of the Hall conveyances was to meet them, to

transfer both them and their baggage to the institution.

 

The run to Ithaca proved uneventful although the boys did not tire

of looking out of the window at the beautiful panorama rushing

past them.  At noon they had lunch in the dining car, a spread

that Sam declared was about as good as a regular dinner.  Three

o'clock in the afternoon found them at the steamboat landing,

waiting for the Golden Star to take them up to Cedarville.

 

"Fred Garrison, by all that's lucky!" burst out Tom suddenly, as

he rushed up to a youth of about his own age who sat on a trunk

eating an apple.

 

"Tom Rover!  Where are you bound?"

 

"To a boarding school called Putnam Hall."

 

"You don't say!  Why, I am going there myself," and now Fred

Garrison nearly wrung off Tom's hand.

 

"If this isn't the most glorious news yet!" burst in Dick.  "Why,

Larry Colby is going too!"

 

"I know it.  But he won't come until tomorrow."

 

"And Frank Harrington is going too."

 

"He is there, already--he wrote about it day before yesterday.

That makes six of us New York, boys."

 

"The metropolitan sextet," chirped in Sam.

 

"Boys, we ought to form a league to stand by each other through

thick or thin."

 

"I'm with you on that," answered Fred.  "As we are all newcomers,

it's likely the old scholars will want to haze us, or, something

like that."

 

"Just let them try it on!" cried Tom.  "Yes, we must stick

together by all means." And the compact, so far as it concerned

the Rover boys and Fred Garrison, was made on the spot.  Later on

Larry Colby and Frank Harrington joined them gladly.

 

It was not long before the Golden Star, a stanch little side-wheeler,

steamed up to the dock, and the waiting crowd rushed on board and

secured favorable places on deck. The baggage followed, and soon they

were off, with a whistle which awoke the echoes of Cayuga Lake for

miles around.

 

While waiting on the dock Dick had noticed three girls standing

near them.  They were evidently from the rural district, but

pretty and well dressed.  The boys took seats near the bow of the

boat, on the upper deck, and presently the girls sat down not far

away.

 

"He was awfully bold, Clara; I want nothing to do with him," Dick

heard the prettiest of the girls say.  "He had no right to speak

to us."

 

"He had dropped his handkerchief, and he pretended I was stepping

on it," said another of the three.  "Oh, here he comes now!" she

went on as a youth of seventeen came into view.  He was large and

bold-looking, and it was easy to see that there was a good deal of

the bully about him.  He was smoking a cigarette, but on seeing

the girls he threw the paper roll away.

 

"How do you do again?" he said, as he came up and tipped his hat.

 

At this all of the girls looked angry, and not one returned his

salutation.  But, undaunted by this, the newcomer caught up a camp

stool and planked himself down almost directly between the

prettiest of the three and her companions.

 

"Splendid day for the trip," he went on.

 

"Won't you have some confectionery?" and he hauled from his pocket

a box of cream chocolates and held them out.

 

"Thank you, but we don't wish any," said the youngest of the

girls.

 

"Won't you have some?" asked the unknown of the eldest girl.

 

"I don't want any, and I told you before not to speak to me!" she

said in a low voice, and the tears almost came into her eyes.

 

"I ain't going to hurt you," grumbled the young fellow.  "Can't a

fellow be pleasant like?"

 

"I do not know you, sir."

 

"Oh, that's all right.   My name is Daniel Baxter.  Sorry I

haven't a card, or I would give you one," was the smooth

rejoinder.

 

"I do not wish your card," was the answer delivered in the most

positive of tones.

 

"Oh, all right.  Yes, it's a splendid trip," said the fellow, and

drew his camp chair even closer.  The girls wished to edge away,

but there was no room in the narrow bow.  The eldest girl looked

around as if for help.  Her eyes met those of Dick, and she

blushed.

 

"Say, that fellow is a regular pill," whispered Tom to his elder

brother.

 

"Somebody ought to take him by the collar and pitch him

overboard."

 

"You are right, Tom," answered Dick, and then as the bully

attempted to crowd still closer to the girls he suddenly arose,

took a few steps forward, and caught Dan Baxter by the arm.

 

"You get out of here and be quick about it," he said in low but

firm tones.

 

The fellow started, and for the instant his face changed color.

But then he saw that Dick was but a boy, younger and smaller than

himself, and his bullying manner returned.  "Who are you talking

to?" he demanded.

 

"I am talking to you.  I told you to get out--and be quick about

it."

 

"Oh," cried the eldest girl, but her face took on a look of relief,

for she saw that Dick was a thoroughly gentlemanly youth.

 

"Who are you anyway?" blustered Dan Baxter.

 

"My name is Dick Rover, if you want, to know."  Dick turned to the

girls.  "He was annoying you, wasn't he?"

 

"Very much," answered the three promptly.

 

"Then you'll get out, Daniel Baxter."

 

"Supposing I refuse?"

 

"If you refuse, I'll pitch you out, and make a complaint to the

police at our first stopping place."

 

"You talk big!" sneered the bully, but he was much disconcerted.

 

"Don't you talk back to my brother," put in Tom, who had come up.

"You think you're a regular masher, as they call such silly

fellows, but I don't think your game is going to work here."

 

"That's it," chimed in Sam.

 

"Humph! three of you, eh?" muttered the bully.  "We'll see about

this some other time," and leaving his camp chair he made for the

cabin and disappeared, from view.

 

"He's a bad egg," was Tom's comment, but how thoroughly bad the

Rover boys were still to learn.

 

 

 



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