Part 11 (1/2)

”Dare, sah, on de nail alongside ob yo' sah.”

Soon the trunk was unlocked and the lid thrown back. The box contained a miscellaneous collection of wearing apparel, which the captain pushed to one side. Then he brought out a cigar box containing some cheap jewelry and other odds and ends, as well as two five dollar bills.

”Dat money am mine, sah,” said Aleck. ”Yo paid me dat las'

Sat.u.r.day, sall.”

”That is true, but how did this get here, Pop?”

As Captain Putnam paused he held up a stud set with a ruby-the very stud the cadet Weeks had lost!

”Dat--dat stud--I never seen dat s.h.i.+rt-stud before, cap'n, 'deed I didn't,” stammered the waiter.

”That is certainly Weeks' stud; I remember it well,” put in George Strong. ”He showed it to me one day, stating it was a gift from his aunt.”

”And here is a cheap watch,” added Captain Putnam, bringing forth the article. ”Pop, is this your watch?”

”No, sah--I--I never seen dat watch before,” answered Aleck nervously. ”I dun reckon sumbuddy put up a job on dis poah c.o.o.n, sah,” he continued ruefully.

”I believe the job was put up by yourself,” answered Captain Putnam sternly. ”If you are guilty you had better confess.”

A stormy war of words followed. Alexander Pop stoutly declared himself innocent, but in the face of the proofs discovered the master of the Hall would not listen to him.

”Peleg Snuggers shall take you in charge and drive down to the Cedarville lock-up,” said the captain.

The news that some of the things had been found in Pop's trunk spread with great rapidity. Many were astonished to learn that he was thought guilty, but a few declared that ”a c.o.o.n wasn't to be trusted anyway.”

”n.i.g.g.e.rs are all thieves,” said Jim Caven, ”never yet saw an honest one.”

”I don't believe you!” burst out Tom. ”Pop's a first-rate fellow, and the captain has got to have more proof against him before I'll believe him guilty.”

”Oh, he's a bad egg!” growled the Irish boy.

”You only say that because he called you down last week,” put in Frank. He referred to a tilt between the new pupil and the colored man. Jim Caven had tried to be ”smart” and had gotten the worst of the encounter.

”Yes, I think he's as honest as you are!” burst out Tom, before he had stopped to think twice.

”What! do you call me a thief!” roared Jim Caven, and leaped upon Tom, with his face as white as the wall. ”I'll make you smart for that!”

One blow landed on Tom's cheek and another was about to follow, when Tom dodged and came up under Caven's left arm. Then the two boys faced each other angrily.

”A fight! Fight!” cried a number of the cadets, and in a twinkle a ring was formed around the two contestants.

”I'm going to give you the worst thras.h.i.+ng you ever had,” said Caven, but in rather a nervous tone.

”All right, Caven, go ahead and do it,” cried Tom. ”I will stand up for Aleck Pop, and there you are!”

Tom launched forth and caught Caven on the right cheek. The Irish lad also struck out, but the blow fell short. Then the two boys clinched.

”Break away there!” cried Frank. ”Break away!”

”I'll break his head!” panted Caven. ”How do you like that?” And he held Tom with one hand and hit him in the neck with the other.