CHAPTER XVII.

THE BLOW-OUT.

Much to Dan's disappointment, Seth could not go down-town on this first

evening after having distinguished himself in the Department.

When 'Lish Davis heard what Mr. Fernald had said he insisted on having a

long and confidential chat with the boy, and it was not concluded until

a very late hour in the evening.

"The time has now come, kid, when you're the same as one of us, and we

of Ninety-four who counted on giving you such a boost have been cheated

out of it by what you did for yourself," the driver began gravely, and

in a tone sufficiently loud for the other members of the company to

hear. "From this out you're in the Department, and we have no fear but

that in due course of time you'll be assigned to some company--this one,

if we can have our way. Now, there's a question of money to come up

precious soon, for we here have got the idee that the city won't pay

wages while you're under instruction."

"Of course, we may be in the wrong as to that, but if we ain't, how'll

you live? That's what we've asked ourselves, and this is the way we

answer it: Every man in the Department looks on you as Ninety-four's

kid, and we can't allow anything that would go against our credit,

consequently you have got to turn to us for support till you're under

wages. We'll assess ourselves so much every month, and charge it up to

you in reg'lar fashion so it can be paid back some time. Now, you're to

make no kick, for we've settled it once and for all."

"Why couldn't I black boots at odd times?" Seth asked, pleadingly.

"Because there won't be any 'odd times' in the first place, and secondly

we're not minded to have it said we couldn't see you through. Can't you

understand that we're looked on by them as are in the Department as your

father, or guardeen, or something of that kind, and it's our own credit

we're bound to uphold? How would it look for a fireman to be around

blackin' boots? And that's what you are this very minute, even though

you haven't had an appointment."

Then one member of the company after another gave his views on the

subject, until it would have been rank ingratitude had Seth refused the

generous proposition.

It was agreed to by all that a strict account should be kept of the

amounts advanced, and he be allowed to repay the company at the

earliest opportunity after he was under salary.

When this matter had been settled by Seth's promise to take such sums of

money as he needed, and "look pleasant about it," the men discussed his

future, and spoke of the time when he would be running with Ninety-four,

until it did not require a very great stretch of the imagination for the

boy to fancy himself already a member of the company.

On reaching Mrs. Hanson's he found his roommates awake, and grumbling

because he had not returned sooner.

"I s'pose we shan't see very much of you now you're gettin' so high up

in the Department, eh?" Dan said in a tone of ill-humor.

"You'll see me all my spare time, providin' you an' Bill still agree to

go to school, 'cause I've got to duf into study in great shape now, an'

we'll be together every evening."

"Got to do it now? What else has come up?"

"Mr. Fernald has put me right into the drill, an' I don't have to tackle

the odd jobs any more."

"Are you a fireman already?" and Dan sprang to his feet in astonishment.

"Of course not; but I'm to be drilled the same as if I was, an' in case

I show sand enough you'll see me in the exhibition drill that's to be

given on the street next spring."

Neither Dan nor Bill spoke for several seconds, and then the former

exclaimed with emphasis:

"Say, but you're gettin' there with both feet, eh?"

It was midnight before the roommates could afford to retire, and then it

was understood that on the following evening at seven o'clock Seth was

to be at the main entrance to the post-office, in readiness for the

"blow-out" to be given in his honor.

In vain he questioned his friends concerning the proposed feast.

They would give him no further information on the subject, declaring

that he would "have his eye knocked out before the thing was over."

At daylight next morning Seth was at Ninety-four's house blacking boots,

despite the fact that 'Lish Davis had given orders another boy should be

engaged for such work, and before the members of the company were astir

he departed for headquarters.

During this day the "new probationer," as he was called, was kept at

work learning how to handle, raise, and balance ladders, and it is safe

to say he never did more labor in a single twelve hours before.

He was exceedingly tired when supper-time arrived, but did his best to

prevent Mr. Fernald from suspecting the fact.

"Feeling rather sore?" the instructor asked as the boy came to say

good-night.

"I ain't played out, sir."

"If such was the case, would you admit it?"

"I'd hate to," Seth replied with a smile, and Mr. Fernald said in a

friendly tone, as if speaking to a comrade instead of a pupil:

"It is hard work, this learning the trade of a fireman, my boy, and

there may be times when you will feel discouraged; but keep a firm grip

on yourself at all times, live regularly, avoid bad habits, or, in other

words, keep in rigid training, and you will master it."

"I'm not afraid of failin' so far as I'm concerned, sir, but it may be

I'll tire others out, an' so get me walkin' ticket."

"You need have no such fear on my account, lad, so long as you do your

level best."

Seth understood that Mr. Fernald had brought the interview to an end,

and he set out for the rendezvous at the post-office, wondering not a

little what and whom he should find at the "blow-out."

As he neared the business locations of his different friends he was

surprised because he failed to meet any whom he knew.

It was as if every news-vender and bootblack had suddenly disappeared

from the face of the earth, although it was not yet so late but that

considerable business might have been done.

Arriving at the post-office he met there Bill and Dan alone.

He had expected to see a great throng, and began to believe that for

some good reason the "blow-out" had been postponed.

"Have you given it up?" he asked in what he intended should be a

careless tone, for even though he had advised Dan not to "start the

thing," it had given him no slight satisfaction because his

acquaintances and friends should desire thus to do him honor.

"Give up nothin'!" Bill exclaimed. "Ain't we here on time?"

"I didn't know from what you said last night but that some of the other

fellers were comin'."

"We've fixed everything jest as we want it, an' she's goin' along as

smooth as a die," Master Roberts replied in a tone of satisfaction.

"Them as don't know their business gets left; but we haven't got in with

that crowd, eh, William?"

"We shan't mildew even if we ain't taken in for a considerable spell,"

Bill said contentedly, and added an instant later: "Now Seth's come I

don't see why we should stand 'round here any longer."

"Let her go; I'm ready"; and Master Roberts set out in advance, leading

the way toward Chat ham Street much as if believing every person whom

they met knew he was conducting the boy who ran with Ninety-four.

"Where are we goin'?" Seth asked of Bill, believing now that the spread

concerning which so much had been said was to be confined strictly to

the lodgers in Mrs. Hanson's house.

"You'll see when we strike there, an' if it ain't tony enough for a

swell from the Department, you can get out."

Seth gazed in surprise at his friend; but the latter's face was

expressionless, and the guest of the evening began to fear some disaster

had overtaken the plans of his roommates.

"Seen Sam Barney to-day?" the "probationary fireman" asked after a brief

time of silence.

"I struck him mighty heavy yesterday, an' he's been layin' low ever

since. I made up my mind that he should see the printed stuff about you

in the papers, an' hung 'round till he flashed up. Then I acted as if he

an' me was the best friends in the world, an' asked if he knowed what

kind of a racket you'd been on. That was enough to make him read the

paper I had, an' you can bet he was sick when he got through. Teddy

Bowser hit him up ag'in 'bout an hour afterward, an from that time till

pretty nigh dark we kept him chafin' under the collar. Then he lit out,

an' we haven't seen him since."

"How's Jip gettin' along?"

"First-class; tendin' right out on business, an' goin' to pull through

into a decent kind of a feller. Say, you know Dan made up his mind to

own a store on Third Avenoo?"

"Yes, an' I hope he won't back down."

"Well, I guess not! He can't, 'cause I've gone into partners with him,

an' there won't be any funny business. We're goin' to take Jip for a

clerk."

"But you haven't got the store yet."

"It ain't such a dreadful long ways off. We've got most twelve dollars

towards it, an' I know of a man what'll sell out a bang-up good place

for a hundred an' fifty. I'm allowin' we'll get that much before

spring."

"What makes him sell it so cheap?"

"The reason is that he's a duffer; wants to lay back smokin' an' have

the dollars come rollin' in without his raisin' a hair. Of course he

ain't gettin' along very smart, an' we'll soon be ready to take it. With

two fellers who are willin' to work there's a big thing in that place.

We're countin' on settin' up a boot-blackin' place with chairs an' all

such kind of swellin', you know. It's going to be 'Roberts & Dean,

Newsdealers an' Shiners.'"

"You'll make a go of it, Bill."

"Course we shall," was the complacent reply. "I knowed it was a good

thing jest as soon as Dan flashed her up, an' said I'd come in before he

got half through talkin'. This 'ere little blow-out is the only thing

we're goin' to spend any money on till we get the shop paid for."

"It's too bad for you to put out good money on me."

"What we're doin' to-night won't break us, I reckon. First off we

allowed it would cost fifteen cents apiece; but we had an offer of three

dollars for that many tickets, which comes pretty nigh payin' all the

bills."

"Three dollars for three tickets!" Seth repeated in perplexity. "What is

it you've been gettin' up, Bill?"

"Hold on 'bout four minutes longer, an' then the whole thing will be

flashed up. It's great!"

Before the time specified by Bill had elapsed, Dan suddenly turned into

a German restaurant, walked the length of the lower floor, and led the

way upstairs.

Seth felt that already was his "eye bein' knocked out."

He knew there were private supper-rooms in some of these Chatham Street

establishments, but had never been fortunate enough to see one, and now

he was to enter as a guest of honor.

Dan threw open the door at the head of the stairs.

Seth was conscious of a blaze of light, the hum of voices, and before it

was possible to distinguish anything clearly, Bill cried:

"Three cheers for Ninety-four's kid!"

Then rang out a shout which seemed actually to rock the building to and

fro, and by the time the tumult had subsided the guest of the evening

saw a long table, on either side of which were seated all his friends

and acquaintances among the sidewalk merchants, while at the head 'Lish

Davis, Jerry Walters, and Joe Black presided with as much gravity as if

it had been the swellest of swell functions.

Now Seth understood who had purchased supper tickets at one dollar a

plate.

The honored guest was shown to a seat near Ninety-four's driver.

Dan and Bill took places opposite, and the former called in a loud,

commanding voice for the benefit of Teddy Bowser, who was stationed at

the door:

"Let 'em flash her up; we're all here!"

Teddy cried to some one below, and during the next ten minutes two

waiters were kept busy bringing upstairs sandwiches, bologna in

generous, thick slices, sauerkraut without stint, potato salad, and a

variety of small cakes plentifully besprinkled with tiny seeds.

While this feast was being placed upon the table no one spoke, but

instantly Teddy gave a peculiar sign by crossing his throat and winking

one eye, Dan cried:

"Now pitch in, fellers, an' fill right up! We're doin' this 'cause Seth

Bartlett has got into the Department, an' the one what don't eat all he

ought'er will have trouble with me."

If Master Roberts had been a veritable giant seeking whom he might

devour, the boys could not have shown more fear lest his command should

not be obeyed.

Every fellow present felt that it was his duty to eat a generous portion

of each dish before him, and he did it hurriedly lest Dan might have

cause for complaint.

Nor were the guests who had paid "their cold dollars," as Dan explained,

idle.

All three ate heartily to the evident satisfaction of the others, and

'Lish Davis even entered so thoroughly into the spirit of the affair as

to suggest that they send for another dish of sauerkraut.

In ten minutes or less the hunger of the guests was in a measure

appeased, and as they dallied with the dainties Dan set in motion that

portion of the entertainment which, in his opinion, was to be the

crowning feature.

[Illustration: THE BLOW-OUT _Page_ 298.]

"It ain't many times that duffers like us has a chance to rub up against

Ninety-four's men, an' we want to show 'em that we know what's what,"

he had said privately to Bill the evening previous, and now was come the

moment when the exhibition should be made.

After making certain that all were giving him their attention, he rose

slowly to his feet, looked round as if to collect his thoughts, and said

in a loud tone, much as though repeating something he had committed to

memory:

"Fellers, an' Ninety-four's men are in it, too: We spread ourselves on

this 'ere blow-out 'cause Seth Bartlett has got into the Department

owin' to havin' saved a kid, and now if all hands are 'way up full we'll

have a little speech from Mr. 'Lish Davis, driver of Ninety-four engine,

who's one of the three what gave up a big cold dollar for this lot of

stuff."

Then Dan sat down with a complacent smile upon his face, as if believing

he had said the right thing in the right place, and Mr. Davis actually

appeared embarrassed.

He had come to the feast expecting to enjoy himself by listening to the

sidewalk merchants, and found that it was himself who would provide a

goodly portion of the entertainment.

Never doubting but that this had been all arranged beforehand, Seth

gazed at the driver, wondering why he was so slow in making a response,

while Jerry and Joe laughed heartily, for they knew that 'Lish had been

taken wholly by surprise.

However, the driver of Ninety-four was not one who would be discomfited

by such as Dan Roberts, and he began his speech, with considerable

hesitation, but warming to his subject as he proceeded.

"I didn't allow that I was to be part of the show when I come here, and

Dan Roberts has got one the best of me; but yet, I ain't quite downed.

The man who couldn't say a good word now never ought to set in anywhere,

because there's a deal more than something to eat, if you boys will only

look at it in the right light. In the first place you've spread yourself

because Ninety-four's kid has the same as got into the Department, and

perhaps some of you think he's lucky. I tell you, kids, luck hadn't

anything to do with it. Seth is being made a fireman because whatever he

struck he stuck at, and never let a living chance go by him. When he

first came up to Ninety-four's house we gave him the cold shoulder, but

he kept plugging away till we grew to like his pluck; yet nobody held

out a hand to him till he'd hung to his idea so long that we jest

couldn't help ourselves. He worked in where he wanted to go, and so can

every one of you. I ain't holding that all of us are born to be firemen,

but whatever we count on being we've got to work for, and work hard. Do

that, and you'll pull through in pretty nigh everything you tackle."

When 'Lish Davis sat down, blushing rosy red, Dan sprang up like a

jumping-jack from a box, and proposed:

"Three cheers for the driver of Ninety-four!"

As may be imagined, these were given with a will, and then Master

Roberts announced:

"Jerry Walters will now chip in with something."

It was now 'Lish Davis's turn to laugh, and he enjoyed his comrade's

confusion mightily, for it was several moments before Jerry could think

of the proper words.

Joe Black was called upon immediately afterward, and when he had

concluded and been given a round of cheers, as in the case of the other

speakers, the driver said gravely:

"We who come here to look on have done what we could towards making a

success of this here 'blow-out,' and now, according to my way of

thinking, it's time we heard from Mr. Daniel Roberts."

The suggestion came in the way of a big surprise to Dan, who, while

making plans for this entertainment had entirely overlooked the possible

fact that he might be asked to do that which he the same as demanded

from others.

Dan's friends and acquaintances applauded 'Lish Davis's proposition

loudly, and were so emphatic in their calls for him that the owner of

the prospective Third-Avenue store was absolutely forced to rise.

"It's what I call a mighty mean trick for you fellers to howl 'bout my

makin' a speech, 'cause you know we hadn't figgered that any but the

'dollar visitors' would do that. Of course 'Lish Davis an' the rest of

the firemen didn't know, but pretty nigh every other feller was posted

this afternoon. But don't think you've got me in a hole, though, for if

makin' speeches is only talkin' 'bout Seth, I can do that an' not half

try. If it hadn't been for him I wouldn't have my Third-Avenoo

store,--and I've got it in my mind all right,--nor Bill an' me wouldn't

be thinkin' of goin' to school, or we shouldn't be livin' in the toniest

lodgin's in this 'ere town. An' if it hadn't been for him you fellers

couldn't be settin' here so near filled up that some of you can't do

much more'n wink. Now 'bout this blow-out: I made a trade with the

Dutchman what runs the place that we should have all we could eat for

four dollars; but he held to it that we mustn't stay more'n two hours,

an' you can't blame him. A bang-up shop like this can't be kept goin'

all night without somebody's chippin' in a stack of good money. Now

seein' 's you fellers can't eat any more, an' the firemen have all made

their speeches, I allow we'd better skin out."

Save for this last portion, Dan's speech would undoubtedly have been

greeted with the same amount of applause as the others, but the guests

were not well pleased at being asked to depart at such an early hour.

During several moments there was every indication that disagreeable

remarks might be made, even if nothing more unpleasant occurred, and

thus the harmony of the meeting would be sadly marred.

Understanding all this, 'Lish Davis came to the rescue by saying in a

cheery tone:

"Mr. Daniel Roberts has, without knowing it, done us of Ninety-four a

mighty good turn in bringing the meeting to a close. We'd feel kind-er

sore to go before it was all over, and yet we couldn't stay many minutes

longer because we only had leave of absence for three hours, and that

time is about up. So if you fellows will look pleasant we'll do the

same, and on the day Ninety-four's kid gets appointed to the Department

I'll set out another spread in this same place for every one that's here

to-night."

This generous proposition could not have failed of its purpose, and

Lish' Davis was cheered to the echo, he and his two comrades taking

their departure during the tumult which ensued.

The entire company escorted Mrs. Hanson's lodgers to their home, and

before parting gave three hearty cheers and a series of yells in Seth's

honor which aroused, if it did not alarm, the neighborhood, and brought

nearly every policeman in the vicinity to the scene of the parting.

Dan and his partners escaped to their room before the blue-coated

guardians of the city's peace arrived, and from their window watched the

small throng as it scattered in every direction to avoid possible

contact with the officers.

"It's what I call a howlin' success," Master Roberts said in a tone of

satisfaction as he turned from the window after the last of his friends

had disappeared. "It was a big mistake not to have had a lot of

newspaper fellers there so's the whole thing would be in the mornin'

editions."

"We can fix that straight enough," Bill replied carelessly, as if

familiar with such methods. "I know a feller what helps clean up the

_Herald_ office where all the stuff is wrote out, and I'll get him to

print a slat about the blow-out."

This appeared to satisfy Master Roberts that his mistake could readily

be rectified, and he gave himself wholly up to a review of the late

proceedings until Seth suggested that they retire.

"I had a hard day's work, an' it'll be jest as bad, if not worse,

to-morrow, so I've got to turn in."

"It's too bad to wind up so soon," Dan suggested with a sigh; but Bill

finally settled the matter by saying:

"If you an' I ever expect to have that Third-Avenoo store we've got to

hump ourselves all the time, an' settin' up nights ain't the way to do

it."

Two minutes later Dan was in bed, and as Seth extinguished the gas the

former raised himself on his elbow to say:

"We'll have the store jest 'bout the time you get into the Department,

old man; but you can bet the shop will be shut up when 'Lish Davis has

his blow-out."

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