Part 31 (1/2)

A stick was handy, and fixing a bent nail in the end, Dave reached down, and after a little trouble secured the lantern. Then the boys went below and secured the lanterns in the sawdust pit.

”Hi! what are you boys doing here?” demanded an unexpected voice from out of the darkness, and by the light of the lanterns the students saw a man approaching. He had a stick in one hand and an old-fas.h.i.+oned horse-pistol in the other.

”Who are you?” questioned Buster, as leader of the Gee Eyes.

”Who am I? I am Bill Cameron, the owner of these ice-houses, that's who I am! And I know you, in spite of them tomfoolery dresses you've got on.

You're boys from Oak Hall.”

”You've hit the nail on the head, Mr. Cameron!” cried Phil. ”Glad to see you!” And he walked forward and held out his hand.

”Who be you?” demanded Bill Cameron, and peered at the s.h.i.+powner's son curiously. ”Well, I declare, if it ain't the young man as stopped the runaway hoss fer my wife! Glad to see you!” And the ice-house man shook hands cordially. ”Up to some secret fun, I suppose.”

”Yes, sir.”

”I thought I heard a yellin' around the ice-houses, and I told my wife I'd dress and come over and see what it meant. Hope you ain't done no damage,” the man continued, somewhat anxiously.

”We have done a little damage, I am afraid,” answered Phil. ”But we are willing to pay for it.”

”What did ye do?”

In as few words as possible Phil and some of the others explained the situation. They were afraid Bill Cameron would be angry, but instead he broke into a laugh.

”Ain't it the greatest ever!” he cried. ”You ain't done no damage at all. The carpenters put that wooden slide up wrong, and I told 'em they'd have to take it down, and they started to-day. That's what made them bracin's bust. The hull thing is comin' down,--so what you did don't hurt, nohow.”

”I am very glad to hear that!” cried Phil, and the others said practically the same. Then they bade good-night to the ice-houses'

owner, and hurried in the direction of Oak Hall.

”It's a good thing, Phil, that you knew Mr. Cameron,” said Dave, on the way. ”But you never told me about stopping a runaway horse for Mrs.

Cameron.”

”Oh, it wasn't much!” answered the s.h.i.+powner's son, modestly. ”It happened last June, just before we started for Star Ranch. The horse was running along the river road, and I got hold of him and stopped him, that's all. Mrs. Cameron was going to tell Doctor Clay about it, but I got her to keep quiet.”

”Phil, you're a hero!” And Dave gave his chum's arm a squeeze that made Phil wince, but with pleasure.

Murphy, the monitor, was on the watch for them, and let them in by a back door. All lost no time in getting to their dormitories and in undressing and going to bed. Everybody in the crowd was satisfied over the initiations but Nat Poole. His plot to expose Dave and his chums had failed, and he was correspondingly sour.

”But I'll fix them yet,” muttered the money-lender's son, to himself.

”Just wait till they start to play Rockville, that's all!” And the thought of what he had in mind to do made him smile grimly.

It must be confessed that some of the football players felt rather sleepy the next morning. Dave was sleepy himself, and this alarmed him not a little.

”If we lose the game with Rockville to-day it will be our own fault,” he said, to the crowd that had partic.i.p.ated in the Gee Eyes' doings. ”We should have gotten home at least an hour earlier than we did last night--or rather this morning.” And then he made each player take a good rubbing down and just enough exercise to limber up his muscles.

Dave had not forgotten what had been said about Nat Poole, and directly after breakfast he called Chip Macklin to one side. As my old readers know, Chip had once been the sneak of the school, and he knew well how to hang around and take notice of what was going on.

”Chip, I've got some work for you,” said Dave, in a low voice. ”I may be mistaken--in fact, I hope for the honor of the school that I am. But I don't trust Nat Poole. He is down on some of us because we have gotten back on the eleven, and you'll remember how chummy he used to be with Jasniff and Merwell, who are now going to Rockville,--and with Rand and Frapley, and they are now going to the academy also. I am afraid that Nat----”

”That Nat will try to sell you out?” finished Chip, his little eyes snapping expectantly.

”Yes. He may give our signals away, or something like that.”