Part 29 (1/2)

In a plain, straightforward manner, Phil told his side of the story.

Several times Job Haskers wanted to interrupt him, but Doctor Clay would not permit this. Then Ben was questioned, and after that the master of the school turned to Dave.

”Is your complaint the same, Porter?”

”Yes, sir.”

”And yours, Morr?”

”Yes, sir.”

”What have you to say, Beggs?”

”The same. The lessons lately have been altogether too hard--we simply can't get through them. We never had such long lessons before.”

”I have given them only the regular lessons,” put in Job Haskers.

”Ahem! Let us go over them and see what can be done,” responded the doctor. ”If the students are willing to work we do not want to overburden them, Mr. Haskers.”

A discussion lasting over a quarter of an hour followed, and in the end the lessons were cut down, much to the satisfaction of the whole cla.s.s, who felt like cheering the head of the school. The only person who was not satisfied was Job Haskers. He was invited to go out with the doctor to his private office, and came back some time later, looking anything but happy.

”I'll wager he got a calling down!” whispered Phil to Dave. ”I hope he did.”

He was right about the ”calling down,” as he expressed it. The master of Oak Hall had spoken very plainly to the instructor, and given Job Haskers to understand that he must get along better with the boys in the future, and treat them with more consideration, or he would be asked to resign from the staff of the school.

Several days slipped by and during that time Dave paid close attention to his lessons. He had also a theme to write on ”The Future of Our Country,” and he devoted considerable time to this, hoping it would receive at least honorable mention, even if it did not win the prize offered for the best production.

”Come on down to town!” cried Roger, one afternoon, as he rushed in, ”Big excitement on! Going to blow the railroad up!”

”Blow the railroad up?” queried our hero. ”What sort of a joke is this, Roger?”

”No joke, at all. You know the old stone bridge over the creek?”

”Sure.”

”Well, the railroad wants to get rid of it and do it quickly, so they can build another, so the contractors are going to blow the old bridge up with dynamite at half-past four o'clock.”

”Let's go!” burst out Phil. ”It will be a great sight--to see that old bridge go up.”

”Right you are!” cried Ben.

All the boys were enthusiastic, and in the end fully fifty students got permission to go down to Oakdale to see the old stone bridge destroyed.

”None of you must go very close,” warned Doctor Clay, ”for dynamite is powerful stuff--eight times more powerful than gunpowder.”

”We'll keep away, don't fear about that,” answered several.

”Dynamite isn't to be fooled with,” added Dave.

”Say, that puts me in mind of a story!” cried Shadow. ”A Dutch laborer working on the railroad was much annoyed by the other laborers coming along and knocking his stiff old derby hat over his eyes. At last he got good and mad and when he saw a chance, he stole a stick of dynamite from the shanty where it was kept. He stuck the dynamite in his hat and then went around to the other laborers. 'Now, chust hit dot hat vonce again of you dare!' he said.”