Dave Porter in the Far North: or, The Pluck of an American Schoolboy. Stratemeyer Edward

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      At that moment the car lurched around a curve and Isaac Pludding bumped against Dave harder than ever. Thoroughly angry, the youth arose and faced the stout man.

      "If you do that again, I'll have you put off the train," he said.

      "That's right, Dave, don't let him walk over you," added Roger.

      "If he doesn't know his place, teach it to him," was Phil's comment.

      "Have me put off the train?" cried Isaac Pludding. "I'd like to see you do it! I want you to know I am a stockholder of this line."

      "Then it's a shame you don't provide seats for all your passengers."

      "That's true, too," remarked a gentleman who was standing close by.

      "I don't believe he owns more than one share of stock," observed Sam. "And that he most likely inherited from his great-granduncle."

      "I own five shares!" howled Isaac Pludding. "And I want you to know – "

      What he wanted the boys to know they never found out, for at that moment the train gave another lurch. It came so suddenly that the stout man was taken completely from his feet and sent sprawling in the aisle on his back. A valise from a rack over a seat came tumbling down, and, not to get it on his head, Roger shoved it aside and it struck Isaac Pludding full on the stomach, causing him to gasp.

      The boys uttered a shout of laughter, and many other passengers joined in. The floor of the car was wet from snow, and when Isaac Pludding scrambled up he was covered with dirt. Dave caught up the valise and turned it over to Sam, to whom it belonged.

      "Who threw that valise on me?" demanded the stout man, eyeing the boys in rage.

      To this there was no answer.

      "I guess you threw it," went on Isaac Pludding, and caught Dave by the arm.

      "Let go of me," said Dave, eyeing the man steadily. "I did not throw it. Let go."

      Isaac Pludding wanted to argue the matter, but there was something in Dave's manner that he did not like. He dropped his hold and drew back a little.

      "Don't you dare to shove me again – not once," continued the youth. "If you do you'll regret it. I have stood all from you that I am going to stand."

      "Oh, you're no good," muttered the stout man, lamely, and passed on to the end of the car.

      The train was coming to a halt at a place called Raytown. They were now but eight miles from Oakdale, and the students began to wonder if anybody would be at that station to meet them.

      "If Horsehair comes down with the carryall, he'll have all he can do to get through the snow," said Dave.

      "Perhaps he'll come down with four horses," suggested Roger.

      "One thing is certain, Doctor Clay will see to it that we get to Oak Hall somehow," said Ben.

      "What a rickety old railroad this side line is!" declared Phil, as the car gave several lurches. "It's a wonder they don't fix the track."

      "Not enough traffic to make it pay, I fancy," answered Dave. "They carry more milk and cattle than they do passengers."

      It was growing dark and still snowing briskly. The car was cold, and more than one passenger had to stamp his feet to keep them warm. On they plunged, through the snow, until of a sudden there came a lurch and a jerk and then a series of bumps that caused everybody to jump up in alarm. Then the train came to a stop.

      "What's the matter now?"

      "I think we must be off the track."

      "It's a wonder the train didn't go over."

      "It couldn't go over, for we are down in a cut."

      As one end of the car was up and the other down, the boys knew something serious was the matter. Taking up their hand baggage, they followed some of the passengers outside and jumped down in the snow.

      It did not take long to learn the truth of the situation. A turnout on the track had become clogged with ice, and the locomotive and two cars had jumped the track and bumped along the ties for a distance of two hundred feet. Nobody had been hurt, and even the train was not seriously damaged, although one pair of car-trucks would have to be repaired.

      "I don't believe they can get the cars and the locomotive back on the track right away," said Dave. "They'll have to have the wrecking train and crew down here."

      When appealed to, the conductor said he did not know how soon they would be able to move again. Probably not in three or four hours, and maybe not until the next morning.

      "I'll have to walk back to Raytown and telegraph to headquarters," he explained.

      "We are in a pickle, and no mistake," was Roger's comment. "I must say I don't feel like staying on the train all night – it's too cold and uncomfortable."

      In the group of passengers was Isaac Pludding, storming angrily at everything and everybody.

      "It's an outrage!" he declared, to a bystander. "I must get to Oakdale by seven o'clock. I've got a business deal for some cattle I must close. If I don't get there, somebody else may buy the cattle."

      "I hope he gets left," said Phil, softly.

      "So do I," returned Dave.

      "If we could only hire a big sleigh and some horses, we might drive to Oakdale," suggested Ben.

      "Hurrah, that's the talk!" cried Dave. "There must be some farmhouse near here."

      "Say, if you can get a sleigh, I'll pay my share, if you'll take me along," put in Nat Poole, eagerly. He hated to think of being left behind.

      "All right, Nat, I'm willing," said Dave, generously.

      "We've got to find the sleigh first," added the senator's son.

      "And see if we can get horses enough to pull it," said Ben. "Some farmers won't let their horses out in such a storm as this – and you can't blame 'em much, either."

      "If we can't get a sleigh, perhaps we can stay at some farmhouse all night," suggested Sam.

      All of the party climbed through the snow to the top of the railroad cut and then looked around for some buildings.

      "I see a light!" cried Phil, and pointed it out, between some bare trees.

      "It's a house; come on," replied Dave, and set off without delay, the others following. "Who knows but that somebody else may want to ride, and if so, we want to be first to get a sleigh."

      It was rather a toilsome journey to the farmhouse. Between them and the place were a barn and a cow-shed, and just as they passed the former there arose a fierce barking, and three big black dogs came bounding toward the students.

      "Look out! The dogs will chew us up!" yelled Nat Poole, in terror, and started to retreat.

      "Down!" called out Dave, who was still in advance. "Down, I say! Charge!" But instead of obeying, the big dogs continued to approach until they were within a dozen feet of the students. Then they lined up, growled fiercely, and showed their teeth.

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