The Adventures of Rover Boys: 26 Illustrated Adventure Novels. Stratemeyer Edward

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СКАЧАТЬ You have evidently been a wayward boy at home. If so, it will be best for you to remember that all that is now at an end, and you must behave yourself and obey orders."

      "Can't a fellow breathe without permission?"

      "Silence!"

      "How about if I want a drink of water?"

      "Silence, I say!" stormed Josiah Crabtree. "I'll warrant you'll not feel so smart by the time you are ready to leave Putnam Hall."

      There was a silence after this, as the head assistant led the way into the building and conducted Tom to a small room looking out toward the rear.

      "You will remain here, Rover, until Captain Putnam returns."

      "How long will that be?"

      "Didn't I tell you not to ask questions?"

      "But Captain Putnam may not return for a day or a month," went on Tom innocently.

      "Captain Putnam will be back in an hour or two." Without another word, Josiah Crabtree turned and left the room, locking the door behind him.

      "Well, by crickety!" came from the boy when he was left alone. "I've put my foot into it from the very start. I wonder what Captain Putnam will say to this? If he's half as sour-minded as old Crabtree, I'll catch it. But I haven't done anything wrong, and they shan't cane me — and that's flat!" and he shook his curly head decidedly.

      The room was less than ten feet square and plainly furnished with two chairs and a small couch. In one corner was a washstand containing a basin and a pitcher of water.

      "This looks a good deal like a cell," he mused as he gazed around. Suddenly his eyes caught some writing on the wall in lead pencil. He stepped over to read it.

      "Josiah Crabtree put me here,

       And I am feeling very queer;

       He boxed my ears and pulled my hair —

       Oh, when I'm free won't I get square!"

      "Somebody else has been here before me," thought Tom. "I rather reckon I'll get square too. Hullo, here's another Whittier or Longfellow:

      "'In this lock-up I'm confined;

       If I stay long I'll lose my mind.

       Two days and nights I've paced the floor,

       As many others have before.'"

      "I hope I don't stay two days and nights," said Tom half aloud. Then he walked to the single window of the apartment, to find that it was heavily barred.

      "No escaping that way," he went on, and turned to read another inscription, this time in blank verse:

      "And I am jugged,

       Alone in solitude, and by myself

       Alone. I sit and think, and think,

       And think again. Old Crabtree,

       Base villain that he is, hath put me here!

       And why? Ah, thereby hangs a tale, Horatio!

       His teeth, the teeth that chew the best of steak

       Set on our table — those I found and hid;

       And Mumps, the sneak, hath told on me! Alas!

       When will my martyrdom end?"

      "Good for the chap who hid the teeth!" continued Tom, and smiled as he thought of the rage Crabtree must have been in when he discovered that his false teeth were gone. A rattle in the keyhole disturbed him, and he dropped onto a chair just as the head assistant again appeared.

      "I want the keys to your trunk and your satchel," he said.

      "What for, sir?"

      "Didn't I tell you before not to ask questions?"

      "But my keys are my own private property, and so is what is in the trunk and the satchel."

      "All pupils' baggage is examined, Rover, to see that nothing improper is introduced into the Hall."

      "Want to see if I've got any more fire-crackers?"

      "We do not allow dime novels, or eatables, or other things that might harm our pupils."

      "Eating never harmed me, sir."

      "Sometimes parents load up their boys with delicacies which are decidedly harmful. Come, the keys."

      Josiah Crabtree's tones were so harsh that Tom's heart rebelled on the moment.

      "I shan't give them to you, Mr. Crabtree. You have no right to place me here. I wish to see the proprietor, Captain Putnam, at once."

      "Do you — er — refuse to recognize my authority over you? " cried Josiah Crabtree passionately.

      "I do, sir. When I have met Captain Putnam and been enrolled as a cadet it may be different. But at present I am not a cadet and not under your authority."

      "We'll see, boy, we'll see! " came hotly from the head assistant. "Before I am done with you, you will be sorry that you have defied me!"

      And with these words he went out, slamming the door after him. Tom had made an enemy at the very start of his career as a cadet.

      CHAPTER VIII

       A MEETING IN THE MESSROOM

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      In the meantime Dick, Sam, and Fred had been having quite a different experience. George Strong, the second assistant at Putnam Hall, was not only a first-class teacher, but a calm and fair-minded gentleman as well; and in addition, and this was highly important, he was not so old but that he could remember perfectly well when he had been a boy himself.

      "Come this way, my lads," he said with a faint smile. "I trust you will soon feel at home in Putnam Hall. It is Captain Putnam's desire to have all of his boys, as he calls them, feel that way."

      "What will Mr. Crabtree do with my brother?" asked Dick anxiously.

      "I cannot say, Rover. Probably he will place him in the guardroom until Captain Putnam arrives."

      "I am sure he didn't do much that was wrong."

      "We had better not discuss that question, my boy. Come this way; I will conduct you to your room." George Strong showed them into the main hallway and up the stairs to the second story. Passing through a side hall, they entered a large, bright dormitory overlooking the parade- and the playground. Here were eight beds, four on either side, with as many chairs, and also a table and two washbowls, with running water supplied from a tower on the roof, the water being pumped up by the aid of a windmill.

      "This room has not been occupied this year," said the teacher. "Captain СКАЧАТЬ