Part 18 (2/2)
They were given with a fervor that made the chandeliers rattle.
”Good for you, old chap!” exclaimed Bart, clapping Ned on the back, while the other chums began shaking his hands. Ned was blus.h.i.+ng like a girl, and was soon the center of an admiring throng. He tried to get away but they would not let him. Every one wanted to shake hands with him.
The audience was now laughing and talking where, but a few minutes before, it had been a maddened, unreasoning throng; and shortly began dispersing, and soon there remained only a few, including those in charge of the entertainment. Miss Mapes was among them.
”I'm sure it was the luckiest thing in the world that you boys came,”
she said to the chums. ”What would have happened if Ned hadn't played that cornet?”
”Oh, anyone could have done that,” said Ned, who was wis.h.i.+ng he could get away from the praise.
”Of course they could, if they had thought of it, but you were the only one who did.”
”I guess some of the other boys would, if I had given them the chance,”
replied the hero of the occasion. ”I happened to be nearest the instrument, that's all.”
”Well, it's a great deal,” responded the teacher. ”I'll send you boys tickets to every entertainment we have.”
”That will be fine,” put in Fenn with a laugh.
”I vote we go home,” said Bart. ”Don't seem to be any more panics to put down.”
The four chums, and the girls, left, each one trying to outdo the other in telling of what they thought and what they saw during the excitement.
It was as near a tragedy as had ever happened in the town, and the next day's paper devoted the whole front page to it, including a vivid description of what Ned had done.
”I'm going to leave town,” declared Ned the next afternoon, as he met his chums.
”What's the matter?” asked Frank.
”Why everyone I meet on the street stops me and asks me all about it.
I'm tired of telling of it and hearing about it.”
”You're not used to being a hero,” said Bart. ”Wait until some society sends you a medal and you'll be so proud you won't speak to any of us.”
”Speaking of leaving town makes me think it would be a good plan,” put in Fenn.
”What! Have you been robbing a bank or doing something else, that you want to skip out?” asked Bart.
”No, but we haven't had any real sport since school closed, and it's about time we did. I was going to propose taking a trip up the river say for about twenty miles, and camping out for a week. That would be fun.”
”You're right!” exclaimed Ned. ”I'll go with you for one.”
”Count me in,” said Bart, and Frank added that he wasn't going to be left behind.
”This is my plan,” went on Fenn. ”We can take a small shelter tent, some blankets and a camp cook stove. The boat is big enough to carry all that, besides us, and some things to eat. The weather is fine now, and just right for sleeping out of doors. We can row along slowly, stopping where ever we want to, and tying up along sh.o.r.e for the night. What do you say?”
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