Dave Porter in the South Seas: or, The Strange Cruise of the Stormy Petrel. Stratemeyer Edward

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      "Oh, no. But they were out the same night."

      "Late?"

      "I should say so – after twelve o'clock."

      "What were they doing, Ike?" asked Phil.

      "Rowing along the river. Each had a small boat – I guess one from the school. It was bright moonlight, and I saw them quite plainly when they passed Robbin's Point, where I was fishing."

      "And each was alone?"

      "Yes. Hamilton was right ahead of Plum, and both rowing along at good speed, too. I thought it was mighty strange, and made up my mind I'd ask you boys about it. But, say, I don't want you to get them into trouble," added the old boatman, suddenly. "They are both customers of mine, sometimes."

      "I shan't say anything," answered Roger. "But this puzzles me," he continued, turning to his friends.

      "Each boy was alone in a boat?" queried Dave.

      "Yes."

      "And Plum was following Hamilton?"

      "He seemed to be. Anyway, his boat was behind the other."

      "Was anybody else around?" asked Phil.

      "I didn't see a soul, and the river was almost as bright as day."

      "Did you see them a second time?" asked Dave.

      "No, for I was getting ready to go home when they came along. I don't know where they went, or when they got back."

      Ike Rasmer could tell no more than this, and as it was getting late the three boys lost no time in shoving off once more and pulling for the Hall boathouse.

      "This stumps me," declared the senator's son. "What do you make of it? Do you think Shadow and Plum are up to something between them?"

      "No, I don't," answered Dave, decidedly. "Shadow is not the fellow to train with Gus Plum. He doesn't like the bully any more than we do."

      "No wonder Shadow feels sleepy, if he spends his nights on the river," said Phil. "But I can't make out what he is up to, I must confess. If it was some fun, he would surely take somebody with him."

      The boys pulled with all their strength, yet when they arrived at the Hall boathouse, they found that they were exactly twelve minutes behind the supper hour.

      "No time to wash up," said Roger. "We'll be lucky if we can slip into the dining room without being observed."

      With all speed they tied up their craft and ran for the school building. They were just entering the side door when they were brought face to face with Job Haskers, the second assistant teacher and a man who was very dictatorial in his manner.

      "Stop!" cried Job Haskers, catching Dave by the shoulder. "What do you mean by coming in at this hour?"

      "We were out on the river and broke an oarlock, Mr. Haskers," replied Dave.

      "Humph! an old excuse."

      "It is the truth, sir," and Dave's face flushed.

      "I broke the oarlock," said Roger. "We got back as soon as we could – as soon as we got a new lock at Ike Rasmer's boathouse."

      "We cannot allow pupils to come in half an hour late," went on Job Haskers, loftily. "Directly after supper, report to me in classroom 7," and he passed on.

      "We are in for it now," grumbled Phil. "It's a shame! It wasn't our fault that the oarlock broke."

      "Wonder what he will make us do?" came from the senator's son.

      "Something not very pleasant," answered Dave. He had encountered the second assistant many times before and knew the harsh instructor well.

      They were soon in their seats at the table. Some of the other students looked at them inquiringly, but nothing was said. Not far from Dave sat Gus Plum and Nat Poole, and both favored the poor boy with a scowl, to which Dave paid no attention.

      The meal finished, Dave, Phil, and the senator's son brushed up a bit, and then hurried to classroom 7, located in an angle of the building. They were soon joined by Job Haskers.

      "The three of you may remain here and each write the word 'Oarlock' two hundred times," said the second assistant. "As soon as all of you have finished, ring the bell, and I will come and inspect the work. It must be neatly done, or I shall make you do it over again." And then he left them to themselves, going out and closing the door tightly after him.

      CHAPTER IV

      A PLOT TO "SQUARE UP"

      "Phew! but this is a real picnic!" came softly from Phil. "He's as kind as they make 'em, isn't he?"

      "It's a jolly shame," grumbled the senator's son. "To make us stay in this stuffy classroom on such a fine evening as this."

      "I am glad I finished with my lessons," was Dave's comment. "But I am sorry for you two. But, as there is no help for it, we might as well get to work. The sooner begun, the sooner done, you know." And he began to write away vigorously on one of the pads the teacher had pointed out to them.

      "I wish old Haskers had to write it himself," growled Roger, as he, too, went at the task. "Oh, but isn't he the mean one! I don't see why the doctor keeps him."

      "He's smart, that's why," answered Phil. "I wish we could get square for this. I'm sure Doctor Clay would have excused us, had he known the facts. I've a good mind to go to him about it."

      "Don't you do it, Phil," cried Dave. "It's not worth it. Get to work – and we'll think about squaring up afterwards."

      In a minute more all three of the boys were writing as rapidly as their fingers could travel over the paper. Roger was the best penman of the three and finished several minutes before the others. He began to walk up and down the room, whistling softly to himself.

      "Yes, I go in for squaring up with old Haskers," he said, rather loudly. "He's about as mean – " And then he stopped short, as the door swung open and the second assistant appeared.

      "Huh!" he snorted. "Were you alluding to me, Master Morr?" he demanded.

      Roger stammered, and his face turned red.

      "Her – here are the words," he stammered.

      "Two hundred, eh? Well, you may write a hundred more, and after this be careful of what you say." And then Job Haskers turned to Dave and Phil. "That is all right, you two can go."

      "Can I stay with Roger?" asked Dave.

      "No, I shall remain here myself," was the cold answer, and then Dave and Phil had to leave.

      "I'll wager Roger feels like hugging him," was Phil's comment. "He will want to get square now, sure."

      The two boys went out on the campus for awhile and then up to their dormitory, where they found a small crowd assembled, some talking, and a few studying. The door to the adjoining dormitory was open, and there Luke Watson was playing on a banjo, while another student was singing a negro song in a subdued voice.

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