The Rover Boys Series. Stratemeyer Edward

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СКАЧАТЬ ground was the wagon road, and beyond was a gentle slope leading down to the lake. To the left of the building was a play-ground hedged in by cedars, at one corner of which stood a two-story frame building used as a gymnasium. To the right was a woods, while in the rear were a storehouse, a stable, and several other outbuildings, backed up by some farm lands, cultivated for the sole benefit of the institution, so that the pupils were served in season with the freshest of fruits and vegetables.

      The Hall was built in the form of the letter E, the upright line forming the front of the building and the other lines representing wings in the rear. There were three entrances — one for the teachers and senior class in the center, one for the middle classes on the right, and another for the youngest pupils on the left. There were, of course, several doors in the rear in addition.

      The entire ground floor of the Hall was given over to class- and drill-rooms. The second floor was occupied by Captain Putnam and his staff of assistants and the pupils as living and sleeping apartments, while the top floor was used by the servants, although there were also several dormitories there, used by young boys, who came under the care of Mrs. Green, the house-keeper.

      Captain Victor Putnam was a bachelor. A West Point graduate, he had seen gallant service in the West, where he had aided the daring General Custer during many an Indian uprising. A fall from a horse, during a campaign in the Black Hills, had laid him on a long bed of sickness, and had later on caused him to retire from the army and go back to his old profession of school-teaching. He might have had a position at West Point as an instructor, but he had preferred to run his own military academy.

      "Hurrah, here we are at last!" cried Fred Garrison, as the carryall swept into view of the Hall. "I see twenty or thirty of the students, and all togged out in soldier clothes!"

      "I suppose we'll be wearing suits soon," answered Tom. "By George! I'm going to give 'em a salute."

      "How?" asked Sam.

      "Never mind. Just wait and see."

      In a minute more they swept up to the gate-way leading to the parade ground. Some of the pupils had seen the carriage coming, and they ran down to learn if any old friends had arrived.

      "Hullo!" yelled several.

      "Hullo yourself!" came in return, and then Tom drew out the firecracker still in his pocket and lit it on the sly. Just as it was about to explode he threw it up into the air.

      Bang! The report was loud and clear, and everybody within hearing rushed to the spot to see what it meant. There were forty or fifty pupils and two assistant teachers, but Captain Putnam had gone out.

      "Hi! hi! what does this mean?" came in a high-pitched voice, and Josiah Crabtree, the first assistant, rushed up to the carryall.

      "What was that exploded?"

      "A big firecracker, sir," answered Peleg Snuggers.

      "And who exploded it?"

      Before the utility man could answer there came a cry from the parade ground:

      "Don't peach, Peleg, don't peach!"

      "Silence, boys!" burst from Josiah Crabtree wrathfully. "Such a disturbance is against the rules of this institution."

      "We didn't fire the cracker," piped up a tall, slim boy. "It came from the carriage."

      "Mumps, you're nothing but a sneak and tattle-tale," was the reply to this, from several older cadets; and, afraid of having his ears boxed on the sly, John Fenwick, nicknamed Mumps by everybody in the Hall, ran off.

      "Which of you fired the cracker?" demanded Josiah Crabtree, advancing to the carriage step.

      There was no reply, and he turned to the driver.

      "Snuggers, what have you to say?"

      "I can't say anything, sir. I was taking care of the horses, sir," answered the hired man meekly.

      "I will find out who fired the cracker before I have finished with you," growled the head assistant. "Get down and march into the Hall."

      "Gracious, what have we struck now?" whispered Fred to Dick.

      "Is this Captain Putnam?" asked Dick, without answering his chum.

      "No, young man; I am Josiah Crabtree, A. M., Captain Putnam's first assistant. And you are —— " He paused.

      "I am Dick Rover, sir. These are my brothers, Tom and Sam."

      "And I am Fred Garrison," finished that youth.

      "Very good. I hope, Richard, that you were not guilty of firing that cracker?"

      "Was there any great harm in giving you a salute upon our arrival?"

      "Such a thing is against the rules of the institution. Article 29 says, 'No pupil shall use any firearms or explosive at any time excepting upon special permission.'"

      "We are not pupils yet, Mr. Crabtree."

      "That argument will not pass, sir. So you fired the cracker? Very well. Mr. Strong!"

      The second assistant came up. He was a man of not over twenty-five, and his face was mild and pleasant.

      "What is it, Mr. Crabtree."

      "You will take charge of the other new pupils, while I take charge of the one who has broken our rules on his very arrival."

      "Hold on!" cried Tom. "What are you going to do with my brother?"

      "That is none of your business, Master Rover. You will go with Mr. Strong."

      "He didn't fire the cracker. I did that."

      "You!"

      "Yes — and I'm not ashamed to own it. I wasn't a pupil when I did it, — I'm not a pupil yet, — so I can't see how you can punish me for breaking one of your rules."

      At this there came a titter from the cadets gathered around. Hardly any of them liked Josiah Crabtree, who was dictatorial beyond all reason. The head assistant flushed up.

      "You are a pupil here, and I will show you that you cannot break our rules with impunity, and be impudent to me in the bargain!" cried Crabtree. "Come with me!" and he caught Tom by the arm, while Dick and the others were led off in another direction.

      "Surely, this is a fine beginning," thought Tom as he walked along. He was half inclined to break away, but concluded to await developments.

      "Are you going to take me to Captain Putnam?" he questioned.

      "We do not permit cadets placed under arrest to ask questions."

      "Great smoke! Am I under arrest?"

      "You are."

      "Perhaps you'll want to hang me next."

      "Silence! Or I shall be tempted to sentence you to a caning."

      "You'll never cane me, sir."

      "Silence! You have evidently СКАЧАТЬ