THE BEGINNING OF A REBELLION
As has been said, George Strong had gone away on business, and now
Captain Putnam followed him. This left the school in charge of Josiah
Crabtree and Pluxton Cuddle. That there might be no dispute regarding
authority the master of the school made it plain to the two assistants
that Crabtree was to have undisputed sway during school hours and that
at other times Cuddle was to assume command.
“We are in for it now,” said Bart Conners, after the captain had gone.
“Just you wait and see. Crabtree will be as dictatorial as possible
during recitations and Cuddle won’t let us call our souls our own the
rest of the time.”
“Well, I’ll stand just so much,” answered Pepper. “Then, if it gets
worse, I’ll kick.” And his chums said about the same.
The first trouble arose in the schoolroom. Some of the boys had a Latin
lesson that was extra difficult, and when they stumbled in the
recitation Crabtree read them a lecture that was bitter in the extreme.
“You must understand that I am now in authority here,” he declared,
pompously. “I want no more shirking. The reason you haven’t this lesson
is because you are lazy!”
“Mr. Crabtree,” answered Joe Nelson, with a flushed face. “I did my best
on that translation. But we have never had——”
“Stop, Nelson, I want no excuses,” roared Josiah Crabtree. “This lesson
is simple enough for a child to learn.”
“I did my best,” put in Jack, half aloud.
“Ruddy, did you speak?” demanded the teacher, whirling around and eyeing
the young major savagely.
“I did, sir. I said I did my best. As Joe says, we have never had——”
“Silence! Didn’t I say I wanted no excuses? Ditmore, you may translate
from the beginning of paragraph twenty-four.”
“I didn’t study paragraph twenty-four,” answered Pepper. “I thought we
were to take to twenty-two only.”
“I said twenty to twenty-five,” answered Josiah Crabtree, coldly. “If
you can’t translate sit down, and I’ll mark you zero. Ritter, you may
translate paragraph twenty-four for Ditmore’s benefit.”
The last words were said maliciously, for the teacher knew that Pepper
and Ritter were on bad terms with each other. Pepper’s face reddened and
he scowled. But a moment later he had to grin.
“Mr. Crabtree, I—er—I am not prepared to translate,” stammered Reff
Ritter.
“What!” shouted the teacher.
“I am not prepared to translate. I—er—I had such a headache last night I
couldn’t study.”
“Headache is good!” muttered Dale into Pepper’s ear. “He was out on the
lake having a good time and smoking cigarettes!”
“Perhaps the cigarettes made his head ache,” answered Pepper.
“Stop that talking!” bawled Josiah Crabtree, and rapped sharply on his
desk with a ruler. “Kearney, you may go on with the lesson.”
Now as it chanced, Dave Kearney was an exceptionally good Latin scholar,
so he translated fairly well, even though he had not looked over the
paragraph given. Then Stuffer was called on.
“I studied only up to twenty-three,” said he. “That’s as far as you said
we were to go.”
“Don’t contradict me! Don’t you dare!” shouted Josiah Crabtree, red in
the face with rage. “I know what lessons I give out. Conners, you go
on.”
The big boy of the class shrugged his shoulders.
“I can go on, but not very well, sir,” he answered. “I understood we
were to go to the end of paragraph twenty-two only. I may be mistaken——”
“You’re right!” came from a cadet in the rear of the room.
“So he is!” said several others.
“Silence! silence!” shouted Josiah Crabtree, leaping to his feet and
shaking his ruler in the pupils’ faces. “Silence! I will have silence!”
“Anybody got any silence to spare?” murmured Pepper, looking behind him.
“Mr. Crabtree wants to borrow some silence.” And at this a snicker went
around.
“I will have silence!” repeated the teacher. “If you are not silent I
will keep every one of you in after school!”
“Mr. Crabtree,” said Jack, arising and facing the irate teacher boldly.
As major of the school battalion he felt it his duty to speak.
“Ruddy, what do you want?” snapped the teacher.
“There has evidently been a mistake made. I think most of the boys here
understood you to say we were to go to the end of paragraph
twenty-two——”
“That’s it! That’s it!” came in a dozen voices.
“Silence! Ruddy, sit down!”
“But, sir, I would suggest——”
“Sit down, or I’ll make you!” stormed Josiah Crabtree, and leaving his
desk he strode down the aisle with his ruler brandished over his head.
It was a critical moment—one of the most critical Putnam Hall had ever
seen—and many of the cadets present held their breath. Some expected to
see Jack drop into his seat, but the young major did nothing of the
kind. He stood in a soldierly attitude and looked the angry teacher full
in the eyes.
“Will you sit down or not?” demanded Josiah Crabtree, as he came to a
halt in front of the pupil.
“Will you listen to me, or not, Mr. Crabtree?” asked Jack. “If you
won’t, I have nothing more to say, here. But I’ll report the matter to
Captain Putnam when he returns.”
“Good! That’s the talk!” came from several others.
“Crabtree made the mistake and he is afraid to acknowledge it,” said one
cadet.
“Boys, will you be silent?” yelled the teacher. “This is—er—outrageous!
I never saw such actions in a schoolroom before! Am I in authority here,
or am I not?”
“You are—not!” squeaked a voice from the rear.
“Walk out in the air and forget to return,” added another voice.
“Take a vacation until Captain Putnam gets back,” suggested a third.
Josiah Crabtree trembled with rage and from red grew white. He waved his
ruler wildly in the air.
“This is—is rebellion!” he gasped. “Rebellion! I want everybody to sit
down!” For all the cadets were now on their feet.
“Sit down yourself!” came from Coulter, who was in the rear, and then
somebody threw a book into the air. More books followed, and several
volumes landed on Josiah Crabtree’s head and shoulders. He danced around
wildly, trying to reach some of the cadets with the ruler, but all kept
out of his way.
It was the most exciting time Putnam Hall had ever witnessed, and the
climax was gained when an inkwell, thrown by Reff Ritter, struck Josiah
Crabtree in the neck. Up flew the ink into the instructor’s face,
covering his nose, chin and one cheek.
“You wretches!” spluttered Crabtree, wiping the ink from one eye. “You
wretches! Stop, or I’ll have you all locked up! This is—is disgraceful,
outrageous, preposterous! I never imagined any set of boys could be so
bad! I shall have somebody arrested for assault and battery! I’ll have
the law on all of you!” And still brandishing the ruler he ran from the
classroom, banging the door after him.
For the moment after he was gone nobody spoke. Then Bart Conners emitted
a low whistle.
“Here’s a how-do-you-do!” he exclaimed.
“Do you think he’ll try to have anybody arrested?” questioned Reff
Ritter. He was just a little scared and wished he had not thrown the
inkwell.
“He’ll have a job arresting the whole class,” was Andy’s comment.
“It wasn’t our fault,” added Dale. “He started the trouble. It was his
mistake about the lesson.”
“So it was,” put in Dave Kearney. “I knew paragraph twenty-four, but he
gave us only to the end of twenty-two, I am certain of it.”
“So am I,” added nearly every student present.
“Boys, come to order!” called out Jack. “Everybody take his books and
sit down,” and all but Ritter did as requested. The latter took up the
fallen inkwell and carried it to his seat.
“It wasn’t fair to throw that inkwell,” remarked Joe Nelson.
“That was going a little too far,” said another student.
“Huh! Are you fellows going back on me?” demanded the bully, uneasily.
“Didn’t you throw books and other things?”
“Books aren’t inkwells full of ink,” remarked Stuffer.
“You threw an apple core!” flared back Ritter.
“So I did—into the air. But it struck the blackboard, not old Crabtree.”
“It’s just as bad.”
“Sure it is,” put in Coulter, bound to stand by his crony.
“We are all in this together,” said Paxton. “The fellow who tries to
crawl ought to be kicked.”
“And you’d be the first to do it—if you could,” retorted Pepper. “Just
the same, nobody is crawling yet,” he added, quickly.
A warm discussion arose on all sides, and it was generally admitted
that, barring the inkwell incident, Josiah Crabtree had gotten no more
than he deserved.
“He ought to be kicked out of this school,” said Henry Lee. “We ought to
combine and ask Captain Putnam to get rid of him.”
“He’s under contract,” said Bart Conners. “If the captain sent him away,
old Crabtree would most likely sue for his salary.”
“I’ll tell you what we can do,” said Jack. “Sit down and begin to study
just as if nothing had happened.”
“But if he has gone for the authorities——” began one of the cadets.
“I don’t think he’ll go. He’ll have to wash that ink off first—and the
water will cool him down.”
“He won’t dare to go, for we can complain too,” added Andy.
At that moment the door opened and Pluxton Cuddle stalked in, followed
by the gymnasium instructor and Peleg Snuggers. The general utility man
carried a cane and looked troubled. The new teacher marched to the
platform and the others did the same.
“This room will come to order!” commanded Pluxton Cuddle, but this order
was unnecessary, for every cadet was in his seat and all were sitting up
as stiff as ramrods. The silence was so complete that the clock in the
hall could be heard ticking loudly.
“Mr. Crabtree informs me that a disgraceful scene just occurred here,”
went on Pluxton Cuddle. “He was assaulted by books, inkwells and other
things. Were it not that he does not wish to bring disgrace upon this
institution of learning, he would at once summon the authorities and
have all of you placed under arrest.”
The instructor paused, hoping somebody would say something, but not a
cadet opened his lips, although all faced the teacher boldly.
“I want the names of all who threw anything at Mr. Crabtree,” continued
Pluxton Cuddle. “Everybody who threw anything stand up.”
The cadets looked at one another and nobody budged from his seat.
“Did you hear what I said, young gentlemen?” demanded the new teacher.
To this there was no reply. The students acted as if they were images of
stone.
“I will call the roll!” cried Pluxton Cuddle. “Snuggers, go to the door
and see that no boy leaves this room.”
“Yes, sir,” answered the general utility man, and with shuffling steps
he took up a position as required.
There was a pause, as the new teacher got out the roll book and began to
scan the pages. Then, of a sudden, the door opened once more and Josiah
Crabtree came in swiftly and marched to the desk. In his hand he held a
cat-o’-nine tails.