Part 22 (2/2)

”I'd like to duck 'em in a mud pond!” muttered the s.h.i.+powner's son. ”It is what they deserve.”

”They deserve tar and feathers!” was Roger's comment. ”Why, in some places they'd be run out of town. How they ever got into Rockville Academy I can't understand.”

”Money sometimes goes a great way,” said Dave. ”They may have literally bought their way in--that is, their parents may have done it for them.”

The three students had pa.s.sed to the other side of the street. Now they looked down the highway and saw the automobile go around a corner in the direction of Rockville. But the machine soon came to a halt again, although they did not know it.

”Well, I am going to lay them out for taking that boat, anyway,” said the senator's son.

”Ditto here,” added Phil.

”Physically or mentally?” queried Dave, with something of a smile.

”Both--if it's necessary,” returned the s.h.i.+powner's son, promptly. It was easy to see he was spoiling for a fight.

”I am going to see what they are doing,” said Roger, after another minute had pa.s.sed. ”Maybe they won't come out until they think we have gone away.”

He recrossed the street, and peered through one of the show windows of the store. Then, of a sudden, he made a rapid motion for his chums to join him.

”They are going out by a back way!” he cried. ”The sneaks! They intend to give us the slip!”

”They shan't do it!” exclaimed Phil. ”Come on!” And he set off on a run, with the others at his heels. They turned one corner and then another, and soon reached an alleyway between two houses located on a street behind the store. Here they plumped squarely into Merwell and Jasniff, each with a bundle under his arm.

”So this is the way you sneak away, eh?” demanded Phil.

”Sneak away!” bl.u.s.tered Merwell. ”Not at all--we were only taking a short cut; ain't that so, Nick?”

”Sure,” answered Jasniff, loudly. ”We don't have to sneak away from anybody.”

”We've a good mind to give you both a sound thras.h.i.+ng,” cried Phil, angrily. ”You had no business to touch our boat.”

”And you had no business to talk about us to Miss Feversham and Miss Rockwell,” added the senator's son.

”See here, you let us pa.s.s!” muttered Merwell. ”Don't you dare to lay your fingers on us!” And he tried to edge to one side.

”See here, both of you,” said Dave, sternly. ”I want to give you a final warning. You have been talking about us; I know it, and it is useless for you to deny it. Now I want you to understand this: If you say another word against me, or against Phil or Roger, I'll see to it that you are exposed to every student at Rockville Academy.”

”You won't dare!” cried Jasniff. His voice trembled a little as he spoke.

”I will dare, Nick Jasniff. I know what you are--and I know what Link Merwell is--and I don't propose to stand any more of your underhanded work. Now you have your last warning,--and if you are wise you'll heed it.”

”Say, do you want to fight?” roared Jasniff, coming forward, and sticking his chin close to Dave's face.

”I can defend myself, Jasniff,--even when a fellow tried to take a foul advantage of me, as you did that time in the gym.”

”Bah! Always ringing that in. I only swung the Indian club to scare you.

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