Part 40 (1/2)

”You coward!” said Sam. ”You ought to be drummed out of Brill!”

”That's worse than using a sandbag,” added d.i.c.k.

”I--I didn't do it,” muttered Koswell. He looked around as if he wanted to slink out of sight.

”You did!” cried Tom. ”And take that for it!” And before the brute of a youth could ward off the blow he received Tom's fist in his right eye. Then he got one in the other eye and another in the nose that made the blood spurt freely. He tried to defend himself, but Tom was ”fighting mad,” and his blows came so rapidly that Koswell was knocked around like a tenpin and sent b.u.mping, first into Flockley, then into Larkspur, and then into some bushes, where he lay, panting for breath.

”Now have you had enough?” demanded Tom, while the crowd marveled at his quickness and staying powers.

”I--I--” stammered Koswell.

”If you've had enough, say so,” went on Tim. ”If not, I'll give you some more.”

”I--I'm sick,” murmured Koswell. ”I was sick this morning when I got up. I'll--I'll finish this with you some other day.”

”All right, Koswell,” answered Tom coolly. ”But when you go at it again, do it fairly, or you'll get the worst of it. Remember that!”

”Hurrah for Tom Rover!” was the cry from Stanley, and the cheer was taken up on all sides. Jerry Koswell sneaked away as soon as he could, and Flockley and Larkspur followed him.

”He'll have it in for you, Tom,” said Sam as he and his brothers got away from the crowd. ”Most likely he is mad enough to do anything.”

”Oh, he was mad before,” declared Tom. ”I am not afraid of him.”

Everybody thought there might be another fight in the near future, but day after day went by and Koswell made no move, nor did he even notice Tom. He kept with Flockley and Larkspur, and the three were often noticed consulting together.

At last winter was over, and the warm breath of Spring filled the air.

Much to the pleasure of the boys, they got news that Dora, Nellie and Grace were going to return to Hope, regardless of the reports that had been circulated about them.

”Good! That's what I call pluck!” cried d.i.c.k.

They learned when the girls would arrive at Ashton, and got permission to go to town to meet them. It must be confessed that all of them were a trifle nervous, in spite of the warm letters that had been sent.

When the train came in they rushed for the parlor car, and then what a handshaking and greeting followed all around! Everybody was talking at once, and after the first minute or two there was nothing but smiles and laughter.

”I am so sorry that--you know,” whispered d.i.c.k to Dora.

”So am I,” she answered, ”What geese we are, aren't we?”

”Well, we won't have any more misunderstandings, will we?” he went on, squeezing her hand.

”Never!” she declared, and gave him an arch look. ”And you say Songbird is--is--”

”Going with Miss Sanderson? Yes; and they are as thick as two peas.

But, Dora, I never was--er--very friendly with her. I--I--”

”But you--you talked to her at that football game, d.i.c.k. And you didn't meet me when Sam--”

”I know. But I had to find her a seat, after she about asked me to. I wanted to be with you, I did really, dear.”