Bobby Blake on a Plantation: or, Lost in the Great Swamp. Warner Frank A.

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      “I’ll show you what I’m going to do about it,” Fred replied, and was starting to unbutton his coat, when Bobby, who had come up, restrained him.

      “Mr. Leith’s coming, Fred,” he warned him. “Cool off now and come along. He’s close behind you now.”

      There was no need of saying anything else, and Fred by a great effort restrained himself. Mr. Leith came by and looked curiously at the flushed face of the boy. He said nothing however, but when he had reached the other end of the hall stood there as if in meditation.

      “It’s lucky for you that he came along just then,” Fred said in a low tone to the bully. “If you have nerve enough to come somewhere out of sight of the school, we’ll settle this thing right now.”

      “You’re three to one,” Snath replied. “If you were alone I’d make you sing small.”

      “They’ll only go along to see fair play,” answered Fred. “But if you like, I’ll go with you alone. I’ve taken about all I’m going to take from you. Bill Snath.”

      “You’ll have to take all I care to give you,” drawled Snath, feeling perfectly safe as long as Mr. Leith was in sight.

      As at that moment Mr. Leith began to come back along the hall, there was nothing more to be done or said and the boys separated, Snath sauntering toward the teacher with affected nonchalance, while Fred with Bobby and Sparrow went in the opposite direction.

      “That fellow gets my goat,” growled Fred. “He never goes past without a nasty look or word. He’s getting just as bad as Sandy Jackson, and he needs to be taken down.”

      “He’s aching for a thrashing,” agreed Bobby, “and that’s twice to-day he’s come near getting it. But if I were you, Fred, I’d take as little notice of him as I could. If you hadn’t paid any attention to what he said about heroes, he’d have thought we didn’t hear him, and that would have made him sore. As it is, he’s tickled to death because he thinks he put one over on us.”

      “But he called me redhead!” exclaimed Fred, “and no one can do that in earnest without a fight.”

      “That of course is different,” admitted Bobby. “I wouldn’t let any one call me names and get away with it. But as far as we can, the best thing is to let him alone. Some time or other he’ll get to the end of his rope, just as his pal did and get out of Rockledge School.”

      “I guess Bobby’s about right,” remarked Sparrow. “I suppose it’s always better to go round a skunk than take a kick at him. But I don’t blame Fred for feeling sore. I feel the same way.”

      The chums went out on the steps of the school, where they found a group of their friends waiting for them.

      “How are the fellows getting along who were nearly drowned?” asked Skeets.

      “Fine and dandy,” replied Fred, who by this time had regained his usual good nature. “Not one of them is going to kick the bucket. And what do you think, fellows? They’re all Belden boys.”

      “Belden boys!” echoed Shiner. “Our chief rivals! That’s what you call heaping coals of fire on their head.”

      “I guess coals of fire would have felt comfortable when they were out in the lake,” laughed Mouser. “But I’m mighty glad they’re getting along all right. If any of them had died, I’d expect to hear their ghosts walking about the halls of the building to-night.”

      “Listen, to him talk,” said Howell Purdy scornfully. “You can’t hear ghosts walk. They just float around as soft as anything.”

      “That’s right,” came in a chorus from the boys, who had involuntarily gathered a little closer together at the talk of ghosts.

      “No, he isn’t right,” chirped up Billy. “Mouser had it straight when he talked about hearing ghosts walking.”

      “There you are,” said Mouser, glad of the reinforcement.

      “It’s easy enough to say that,” put in Howell, “but how are you going to prove it? All the books I ever read say that they don’t make any noise. You can’t bear them coming. So what do you make of that?” he added turning triumphantly toward Billy.

      The latter however seemed not to be a bit disturbed.

      “All the same I’m right,” he asserted with quiet confidence.

      “How can you prove it?” demanded Howell defiantly.

      “That’s the talk” came from the others. “Prove it, Billy. Put up or shut up.”

      “All right,” replied Billy, accepting the challenge. “I know that ghosts walk because I’ve heard them do it!”

      CHAPTER V

      PUTTING ONE OVER

      There was a shout of amazement from the boys in which could be detected an element of unbelief and derision. But there was also a note of awe that was balm to Billy’s soul. Any one who was so familiar with the supernatural was not to be regarded lightly. Billy felt that he had scored a decided hit and swelled out his chest importantly.

      “When did you hear them walk?” asked Skeets, looking about him a little apprehensively.

      “You’re just kidding,” declared Shiner, stoutly. “I don’t believe a word of it.”

      “I think that Billy’s getting us on a string,” affirmed Fred, although his eager eyes showed that he was none too sure of it.

      Billy waited for the storm of protest and comment to subside.

      “I mean just what I said,” he affirmed. “Cross my heart and hope to die if I don’t.”

      This solemn affirmation helped to quell the doubters, especially as there was nothing to arouse suspicion in Billy’s sober face.

      “Well then, tell us all about it,” urged Mouser, who was anxious to obtain confirmation of his own belief.

      “It was in our town when old General Bixby was buried,” explained Billy, amid a silence in which one could have heard a pin drop. “There was a big turnout and the band played awful solemn music.”

      He paused for a moment.

      “Yes, go on, go on,” urged Skeets excitedly. “Was it then that you heard the ghosts walk?”

      “Yes,” replied Billy. “It was then that I heard the Dead March.”

      There was a moment of stupefaction, as the idea filtered into the minds of Billy’s dupes. Bobby grasped it first.

      “Run, Billy run!” he counseled. “They’ll kill you for that!”

      But Billy had already edged his way to the rim of the group and by the time they lunged for him was safely out of reach. Then he danced a jig and went through various gestures expressive of his pity and contempt for the victims who had let themselves so readily be taken in.

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