CHAPTER VI

“TUBBY” JONES SURRENDERS

Dan passed his examinations and was admitted to the Third Class, to

the very evident disappointment of Tubby. For the first few days, life

in 28 Clarke was not altogether peaceful. Study hours were observed

from eight to ten in the evenings. After eight no visiting was allowed

outside the building except by permission of the instructor in charge

and visiting inside the building was discouraged. But Tubby, who did

very little studying at best, always felt especially sociable between

eight o’clock and bedtime and liked to have his friends, notably Jake

Hiltz and another boy named Caspar Lowd, visit him. Hiltz and Lowd

appeared to find no more necessity for study than Tubby, and for

several nights they turned up at Number 28, together or separately.

This wasn’t conducive to concentration of thought on Dan’s part, and

Dan was desirous of staying in the Third Class now that he had got

there. He stood it for four nights and then mildly called Tubby’s

attention to the rules. Tubby was indignant.

“We don’t stop you from studying, do we?” he blustered. “Can’t I have

my friends in here if I want them? Is this room any more yours than

mine?”

“Of course it isn’t,” Dan answered, “but you know mighty well that I

can’t keep my mind on my books when you fellows are talking three feet

away from me!”

“Well, that isn’t our fault, is it?” asked Tubby with a grin. “You’ll

get used to it pretty soon. I can study anywhere.”

Dan wanted to ask him why he didn’t do it, but refrained. Instead--

“I have equal rights here with you, Jones,” he said. “I don’t have

fellows here in study hours, and you don’t have to, either.”

“You don’t know anybody,” Tubby retorted.

“And if I did I’d have some consideration for my room-mate,” Dan

replied tartly.

“Is that so? Well, maybe you think you can keep my friends out of here.

Do you?”

“Yes,” answered Dan shortly. “I do. And I’m going to.”

“How?” shouted Tubby angrily. Dan shrugged his shoulders.

“I don’t know yet. Maybe I’ll have to go to Mr. Frye.” (Mr. Frye,

instructor in physics, lived on the first floor and was in charge of

the dormitory.) Tubby sputtered with indignation.

“I’d do that!” he cried. “I’d go and act the baby! You do and you’ll

see what the fellows think of you!”

“Who? Hiltz and Lowd, do you mean? I guess I can stand having them

think what they like.”

“Yes, and other fellows, too! They’d hear about it!”

“Yes, I guess you’d see to that,” answered Dan.

“Of course I would,” Tubby blustered, “if you carried tales to Noah.”

Mr. Frye’s first name was Noah, and by that name was he usually known.

“I don’t like carrying tales any more than you do,” Dan replied, “but

I intend to study in the evening, and I can’t do that if you have your

friends in here.”

“That’s just what I am going to do,” said Tubby. “There isn’t any rule,

anyhow, against visiting in study hours.”

“Well, you’re not supposed to do it often. Besides, there is a rule

against visiting outside the building, and that’s what Hiltz and Lowd

are doing.”

“They get permission, of course!”

“Oh, come now, Jones! You know Hiltz doesn’t get permission every

night. They wouldn’t give it to him four nights running.”

“Well, that’s not my affair,” growled Tubby. “He comes and I have a

right to let him in.”

Dan was silent a moment. Then--

“I tell you what I’ll do, Jones,” he said. “You let me study until nine

and I’ll let you give house-parties from nine until ten. How does that

suit you?”

“I’ll do as I like,” answered Tubby ungraciously.

“Then I’ll do as I like,” said Dan. “And if you have fellows up here

to-morrow night between eight and nine I’ll go to Frye and tell him I

can’t study.”

“Yah!” said Tubby.

Before this controversy, however, they had fallen out regarding the

airing of the room at night. Dan was for having the window on his side

of the room wide open, while Tubby declared that it was more fresh air

than his constitution would stand.

“I had grippe last winter,” he said. “And I’m susceptible to cold; the

doctor said so.”

“I don’t want you to catch cold,” said Dan, “but I can’t sleep with the

room closed up tight. I’ll get a screen and you can put it around the

head of your bed.”

“Don’t want a screen,” Tubby growled. “I don’t mind having your window

open a little, say two or three inches, but I can’t stand a draft,

and--”

“If you had more fresh air,” interrupted Dan impatiently, “you’d be a

lot better and wouldn’t look so much like the other side of a fried

egg!”

That, of course, didn’t help matters much, for Tubby got very red in

the face and fumed and sputtered--very much, as Dan reflected, like

the egg in the pan--and for the rest of the day the two boys didn’t

speak to each other. This didn’t bother Dan much, for he had never

found Tubby’s conversation very interesting. It was probably much more

of a hardship for Tubby, for that youth was very fond of talking and

seemed never happier than when well launched in a scathing criticism

of someone or some thing. That night Dan pushed his window half-way up

from the bottom and half-way down from the top. Then he put out the

light. Just as he was dropping off to sleep he heard Tubby’s bed creak

and Tubby’s bare feet on the floor. Then the window was closed very

softly. Dan grinned and waited until Tubby was safely in bed again.

Then he jumped up and slammed the window up from the bottom as far as

it would go. He returned to bed and waited. Tubby got up again, this

time walking into a corner of the study table and emitting a groan of

pain. Dan pulled the clothes over his face and chuckled. When Tubby was

once more between the sheets Dan again opened the window. After that

he laid awake for some time, waiting for a continuance of the contest,

but nothing happened and finally he fell asleep. But when he awoke in

the morning the room was close and warm and every window was tightly

shut. Only the transom into the hall was open. Tubby was smiling

triumphantly. Dan said nothing.

Gymnasium work came at half-past eleven and lasted until half-past

twelve four days in the week. To-day, however, Dan’s class didn’t meet

and so after a mathematics recitation at half-past ten he had two hours

before dinner time. He resolved to use a portion of the time in the

interests of hygiene. So he set out for the village in search of a

hardware store. He found the store, but not what he wanted to purchase.

He was told, however, that he could get it in Greenburg, across the

river. So he found the bridge and had soon covered the quarter of a

mile which lay between it and the business part of Greenburg. The town

proved to be quite a busy one and Dan found lots to interest him,

especially in the store windows. After he had made his purchase in the

hardware store he gave himself up to a veritable orgy of shopping.

He bought pencils and blue-books and tablets in a stationery store,

picture postcards and a glass of root-beer in a druggist’s, a dark blue

necktie in a haberdasher’s and a box of candy at a confectionery store.

Then he looked at his watch and discovered that he had barely time in

which to reach school before dinner. He did it, arriving at Oxford

much out of breath, just as the hands of the big clock in the stone

tower pointed to four minutes of one. Later he made the discovery that

luncheon was the one meal of the day at which tardiness was permitted,

the doors of commons remaining open until a quarter to two.

Tubby seemed to have recovered from his ill-humor and the dove of peace

perched itself in Number 28 Clarke. But when bedtime came the dove fled

precipitately, and probably out the window. For Dan’s last act was to

raise the lower sash and pull down the upper one. Then he produced a

small chain such as are used for dog leashes and tossed one end of it

over the tops of the sashes, bringing it back into the room underneath.

Where the ends came together he made them fast with a small padlock.

During this procedure Tubby, raised on his elbow in bed, watched

silently. Then Dan put out the light and crept between the sheets. He

hadn’t dared to so much as glance at Tubby for fear the expression on

that youth’s face would move him to laughter. But after he had got the

bed-clothes well over his head Dan chuckled to his heart’s content.

There was no necessity for staying awake, for Tubby might lower the

sashes or raise them to his heart’s content; whether up or down they

must stay together.

The next morning Tubby was inclined to be distant, and his only

conversational efforts were sniffs and snuffles designed to appraise

Dan that he had caught cold through exposure to the night air. But

Tubby’s cold didn’t last beyond breakfast.

For two more nights Dan used his chain and padlock. The third night he

left it off and opened the window only a foot at the top and a like

distance at the bottom. When he awoke in the morning it was just as he

had arranged it. Tubby had given up the struggle. And Dan won out in

the other affair as well, for, in spite of Tubby’s pretended disdain

for his room-mate’s ultimatum he was pretty certain that Dan would do

as he said he would, and it was part of Tubby’s philosophy never to

present himself to the notice of the instructors. So thereafter Hiltz

and Lowd, or (very occasionally) someone else, paid their visits to 28

after nine o’clock.

To Dan’s surprise these victories, instead of antagonizing Tubby

the more, seemed rather to increase his respect and liking for his

room-mate. Dan didn’t for one moment flatter himself that Tubby was

fond of him, for it seemed doubtful if Tubby was capable at that

period of being fond of anyone save himself; and Dan preferred that

he shouldn’t be. For Dan’s sentiments toward Tubby were a mixture of

tolerance and good-natured contempt, and a liking on Tubby’s part would

have been embarrassing. But they got on pretty well together after

these first skirmishes. Dan realized that Tubby’s companionship was

better than none. For so far, and Dan had been at Yardley six whole

days, he had made no friends and had but three or four acquaintances.

His preconceived ideas of Eastern boarding-school life were getting

some hard knocks.

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