A BRUSH ON THE STREET
By the time that the noon dismissal bell rang the rain had ceased, and
the sun was struggling out.
Out in the coatroom Dick snatched his hat from the nail as though he
were in haste to get away.
"I'll race you home, as far as we go together," proposed Dave Darrin.
"Go you!" hovered on the tip of Prescott's tongue, but just then another
thought popped into Dick's mind. It was a manly idea, and he had learned
to act promptly on such impulses.
"Wait a moment," he answered Darrin. "I've got something to do."
With that Dick marched back into the schoolroom. Old Dut, looking up
from the books that he was placing in a tidy pile on the platform desk,
smiled.
"I came back to ask, sir, if your nose pains?"
Old Dut shot a keen glance at young Prescott, for long experience had
taught the school-teacher that malice sometimes lurks behind the most
innocent question from a boy. Then he answered:
"I'm glad to be able to report, Master Prescott, that my nose is causing
me no trouble whatever."
"I'm very glad of that, sir. I've been a bit uncomfortable, since
recess, thinking that perhaps my--that my act had broken your nose, and
that you were just too game to let any one know. I'm glad no real harm
was done, sir."
Then Dick turned, anxious to get out into the open as quickly as
possible.
"One moment, Master Prescott!"
Dick wheeled about again.
"Are you sure that the book-throwing was an accident?"
"I--I am afraid it wasn't, sir," Dick confessed, reddening.
"Then, if you threw the book into my face on purpose, why did you do
it!"
"I was a good deal provoked, Mr. Jones."
"Oh! Provoked over the funny story that I told you this forenoon?"
"Not over the story, sir; but your manner of telling it."
Old Dut had hard work to keep back the smile that struggled for an
appearance on his face.
"Revenge, was it, Master Prescott?"
"Well, I felt that it was due me, Mr. Jones, to get even for the show
that you made of me before the class."
"Master Prescott, we won't go into the details of whether I was
justified in illustrating my story this morning in the manner that I
did, or whether you were right in coming back at me after the fashion
that you did. But I am going to offer one thought for your
consideration. It is this--that the man who devotes too much thought to
'getting even' with other folks is likely to let slip a lot of good,
solid chances for getting ahead in the world. I don't blame any fellow
for protecting his own rights and dignity, but just think over what I
said, won't you, about the chap who spends too much of his time thinking
up ways to get even with others?"
"There's a good idea in that, sir," Dick assented.
"Of course you've heard, Master Prescott, that 'revenge is sweet?'"
"Yes; I have."
"And I believe, Master Prescott, that the saying is often true. But did
it ever strike you, in this connection, that sweet things often make one
sick at his stomach? I believe this is just as true of revenge as it is
of other sweets. And now run along, or you won't have time to do justice
to the pudding that your mother has undoubtedly been baking for you this
morning."
As Dick hastened from the room he found Dave Darrin waiting for him. Out
in the corridor beyond these two encountered Holmes, Dalzell, Hazelton
and Reade, for these six boys of the "top grade" generally stuck
together in all things concerning school life.
"Was Old Dut blowing you up for showing him how to pitch a book?"
inquired Greg.
"No; Old Dut doesn't seem to hold that in for me very hard," smiled
Prescott. "But he was giving me something to think over."
"Huh!" muttered Greg, as the boys walked down the outer steps. "I'd like
to give him something to think about. Why did you get so crusty when I
sprang the idea of doing the wreck scene in his flower beds to-night?"
"Because the idea was too kiddish," returned Dick. "Besides, Old Dut was
talking to me a good deal along such lines."
"Did you go and tell him what I wanted to do?" flared Greg.
"I didn't. But Old Dut pinned me down and asked me whether that book
throwing were really an accident, and I had to admit that it wasn't.
Now, listen!"
Dick thereupon repeated his conversation with Principal Jones.
"He's a wise man, all right," nodded Harry Hazelton.
"I guess so," nodded Dave Darrin. "After all, it would look rather
kiddish in us to go slipping up to his front yard in the dark night,
lifting off his front gate and carrying it down to the river."
"It would be stealing, or wasting, property, also," agreed Tom Reade.
"So, fellows," resumed Dick, "I guess----"
"Hullo! What's going on down there?" broke in Darrin hastily, as all six
of the Grammar School boys looked ahead.
A woman's scream had caught their ear.
"It's Mrs. Dexter," muttered Hazelton.
"And that rascally husband of hers," added Greg Holmes.
"Some new row, of course," broke in Dan Dalzell.
"It's a shame!" burst from Dick.
"That Dexter fellow ought to be hung," growled Tom Reade. "He's always
bothering that woman, and she's one of the nicest ever. But now he won't
let her alone, just because her grandfather had to die and leave Mrs.
Dexter a lot of money."
The little city of Gridley was quite familiar with the domestic troubles
of the Dexters. The woman was young and pretty, and good-hearted. Abner
Dexter, on the other hand, was good-looking and shiftless. He had
married Jennie Bolton because he believed her family to be wealthy, and
Dexter considered himself too choice for work. But the Bolton money had
all belonged to the grandfather, who, a keen judge of human nature, had
guessed rightly the nature of Abner Dexter and had refused to let him
have any money.
Dexter had left his wife and little daughter some two years before the
opening of this story. Three months before old man Bolton had died,
leaving several hundred thousand dollars to Mrs. Dexter. Then Dexter had
promptly reappeared. But Mrs. Dexter no longer wanted this shiftless,
extravagant man about, and had told him so plainly. Dexter had
threatened to make trouble, and the wife had thereupon gone to court and
had herself appointed sole guardian of her little daughter. At the same
time she had turned some money over to her husband--common report said
ten thousand dollars--on his promise to go away and not bother her
again.
Plainly he had not kept his word. As Dick and his chums glanced down the
quiet side street they saw husband and wife standing facing each other.
The man was scowling, the woman half-tearful, half-defiant. Behind her,
in her left hand, Mrs. Dexter held a small handbag.
"I'd like to be big enough to be able to enjoy the pleasure of thrashing
a fellow like that Dexter!" growled Dave Darrin, his eyes flashing.
"There's a man standing a little way below the pair," announced Dick. "I
wonder what he's doing, for he seems to be watching the couple intently.
I hope he's on Mrs. Dexter's side."
Unconsciously Dick and his friends had halted to watch the proceedings
ahead of them.
"No, I won't," replied Mrs. Dexter sharply, to something that her husband
had said.
Abner Dexter talked rapidly, a black scowl on his face meanwhile.
"No, you won't! You don't dare!" replied the woman, her voice sounding
as though she had summoned all her courage by an effort.
Dexter suddenly sprang closer to the woman. The next instant both were
struggling for possession of the little black bag that she carried.
"Stop!" cried Mrs. Dexter desperately. "Help! He-lp!"
"Fellows, I don't know that we're bound to stand for that," muttered
Dick Prescott quickly. "She's calling for help. Come along."
Dick was off down the street like a streak, the others following, though
Dave was closest to his chum.
"Here, what are you doing, mister?" demanded Dick, as he darted up to
where the pair were struggling.
Dexter would have had the bag in his own possession by this time, had he
not turned to see what the onrush of boys meant.
"None of your business what I'm doing," he replied savagely. "You
schoolboys run along out of this."
"Don't go! Help me," pleaded the woman. "He's trying to rob me!"
"You boys clear out, or it will be worse for you!" growled Dexter.
"The lady wins!" Dick announced coolly, though he was shaking somewhat
from excitement. "You let go of her and her property."
But Dexter, his face black with scowls, still clutched tightly with his
right hand at the little handbag, to which Mrs. Dexter was clinging with
both her hands.
"You let go of that bag," challenged Dick, "or six of us will sail into
you. I think we can handle you. We'll try, anyway."
"Yes; make him let go," begged Mrs. Dexter. "I have money and jewels
here, and he is trying to take them away from me."
"Going to do as the lady wishes?" inquired Dick, stepping closer.
Abner Dexter shot another angry glare at the sextette of Grammar School
boys. They were closing in around him, and it looked as though they
meant business.
"Gus!" called Dexter sharply.
The man who had been standing a short distance away now ran up to the
spot.
"Hullo, what do you want!" asked Dick coolly. "Are you the understudy in
this game of robbery?"
"I'm an officer," retorted the fellow sharply.
"Secretary to some Chinese laundry company, eh?" jeered Dick.
"I'm a police officer," retorted the man sharply, at the same time
displaying a shield.
That put a different look on matters with some of young Prescott's
friends. Dick, however, was a boy not easily daunted.
"If you're an officer," he inquired, "why don't you get busy and do your
duty? Here's a man trying to rob his wife, just because she happens to
have more money than he has."
"A man can't legally steal from his wife, nor a woman from her husband,"
retorted the policeman bullyingly. "There is no crime being committed
here. But if you boys try to interfere you'll be disturbing the peace,
and I'll run you all in."
Mrs. Dexter looked bewildered and frightened. She even let go of the
handbag with one hand. Dick saw this, and quickly broke in:
"Mrs. Dexter, don't you let Mr. Dexter have that handbag unless you want
to do it. We'll stand by you."
"Oh, will you?" glared the policeman. "You boys run along, or I'll
gather you all in."
"Where are you a policeman?" inquired Dick Prescott, eyeing the fellow
with interest. "You're not a Gridley officer, for I know every one of
them."
"Never you mind where I'm from," jeered the man harshly. "I'm a
policeman. That'll have to be enough for you youngsters. If you don't
trot fast down the street I'll gather you in."
Some of Dick's chums were now inclined to feel that they had broken in
at the wrong place, but not so their young leader.
"You haven't any right to make arrests in Gridley," retorted Dick
defiantly. "And, even if you had, you couldn't stop us from defending a
woman. Tom, you and Greg stand by me. Dave, you lead the rest. We'll
make Dexter let go of his wife's property and let her alone. If this man
who says he's an officer interferes, Greg, Tom and I will devote our
attention to him!"
"Great!" snarled Dexter jeeringly. "You're all young jailbirds!"
"Are you going to let go of Mrs. Dexter's property?" challenged Dick.
"I'm not."
"Come on, fellows--let's sail into him."
Dick was an able general, having his small force under good discipline.
There was a sudden rush of boys. True, they averaged only thirteen years
of age, but there were six of them, and they were determined.
Dexter let go of the handbag in a hurry. He had to do so, in order to
defend himself.
At the same moment the man named as "Gus" jumped into the fray.
"Three to each man!" yelled Dick, and thus the force was divided.
The self-styled policeman reached out with the flat of his hand,
knocking Greg Holmes off his feet. But, as he did so, Dick dropped down
in front of the man, wrapping both arms around the fellow's knees. Then
Dick rose. It required the exertion of all his strength, but he
succeeded in toppling Gus over onto his back.
At the same time Abner Dexter was having all he could do, for three very
determined schoolboys were assailing him. At last Dexter turned to
retreat, but Dan Dalzell thrust a foot before him and tripped him.
"All down!" yelled Dan. "Set 'em up in the other alley!"
Though downed for the moment, the two men were disposed to make a
livelier fight of it than ever. It was a brisk, picturesque,
rough-and-tumble fight that followed, in which the young boys got a deal
of rough handling.
Frightened, yet fascinated, Mrs. Dexter tottered against the fence and
stood looking on.
Things might yet have fared badly with Dick and his friends had not a
newcomer arrived on the scene. He came running, and proved to be
Policeman Whalen in uniform.
"Here! What's on?" demanded the Gridley officer. "Let up on kicking them
boys! I want you!"
With that Whalen, who was a big and powerful man, grabbed Abner Dexter
by the coat collar and pulled him to his feet. With this prisoner in
tow, he moved up and seized Gus in similar fashion.
"Now, what's the row?" demanded Officer Whalen.
"Arrest these boys for assault!" quivered Dexter in a passion.
"Yes, arrest them!" insisted Gus. "I'm an officer, too, and I was trying
to take them in."
"You didn't seem to be having very good luck at it," grinned Whalen.
"But I know these boys, and they're all good lads."
"Arrest them, just the same! They were assaulting me," insisted Dexter
angrily.
"And what were you doing?" insisted Whalen wonderingly.
"He was trying to steal jewels and money from his wife," interposed Dick
Prescott.
"Bah!" growled Dexter. "A man can't steal from his wife."
"But he can assault her," returned Policeman Whalen. "And a man can
disturb the peace with his wife, just as handily as he can anywhere
else. Mrs. Dexter, are these lads telling the truth?"
"Oh, yes, officer! My husband was trying to take this satchel away from
me, and he knew that it contains my jewels and thirty-five hundred
dollars in cash."
"Do you want him arrested?"
"Yes; I--I'm afraid I shall have to have him arrested, or he'll go right
on annoying me."
"Will you appear against him, Mrs. Dexter?"
"Yes."
"Then I'll take him along. And what about this fellow?"
"Me?" demanded Gus with offended dignity. "I'm a police officer."
"What's your name?"
"August Driggs."
"Where are you a policeman?"
"In Templeton."
"Why were you lads fighting Officer Driggs?" inquired Whalen blandly.
Dick supplied some of the details, Dave others. Mrs. Dexter confirmed
the statements that they made.
"I guess I'll take you along, too, Driggs," announced Policeman Whalen.
"But I'm a police officer!" protested Driggs aghast.
"Police officers can be arrested like anyone else, when they break the
law," announced Policeman Whalen dryly. "Come along, the two of you!
Mrs. Dexter, you wouldn't like to be seen walking along with us, but
I'll ask you to be at the station house inside of five minutes."
"I'll be there, officer," promised the woman.
"Do you want us, too?" inquired Dick. He and all of his friends were
eager to see the affair through to the finish.
"No; I know where to find you lads, if you're wanted," grinned Policeman
Whalen. "I don't want a big crowd following. Mrs. Dexter, ma'am, I'll be
looking for you to be on hand sharp."
With that the broad-backed policeman started off with two savage
prisoners in tow.
"Say, if we're to have any dinner and get back to school on time, we'll
have to be moving fast," declared Dan Dalzell.
"I thought we were surely going to get into a lot of trouble," muttered
Hazelton, as the youngsters moved along rapidly. "But Whalen knew his
business."
"I hope the judge can send that Dexter fellow up for a good, long time,"
muttered Dick. "He's been annoying that poor woman all the time lately."
"Just because she has her grandfather's money at last," grumbled Dave
Darrin.
Soon the youngsters came to a point where they had to separate. But all
hands were back at school on time. The work of the afternoon was duly
progressing when the telephone bell at the principal's desk rang.
Old Dut held what proved to be a mysterious conversation for a few
moments. Then he wound up with:
"All right. I'll send them right over."
Ringing off, Old Dut glanced at Dick.
"Master Prescott, it appears that you, Darrin, Reade, Holmes, Dalzell
and Hazelton saw some trouble on the street this noon."
"Yes, sir."
"All six of you are wanted, at once, down at court, to give evidence.
You are excused. If you get through at court early enough, come back to
finish your afternoon's work."
Six Grammar School boys rose and filed out quietly. How enviously the
other boys in the room stared after them! How curiously the girls
glanced at the young heroes who were now wanted on the government's
business!
"Say," ventured Dan as soon as they got outside, "I hope the judge
orders Dexter hanged."
"He'll hardly do that," retorted Dave. "A street row is hardly a hanging
offense. If it were, there'd be a lot of fellows missing from the
Central Grammar School."
"So we're called in to help decide the case?" asked Greg, puffing up.
"Oh, get busy with some brains!" scoffed Dick airily. "We haven't
anything to do with deciding the case. That's what the judge is paid
for. But we're wanted just to tell what we know. Say, you fellows, be
careful you don't get so rattled that you try to tell a lot of things
that you don't know."
In due time they reached the court building. Grown suddenly very quiet
and almost scared, these six thirteen-year-old boys filed upstairs. A
policeman stood before the door of the courtroom.
"May we go in?" whispered Dick.
"Of course," nodded the policeman. "Take your hats off."
The officer conducted the sextette of young witnesses inside, past a
group or two of loungers who made up the usual police-court audience,
and thence on before the bench.
At one side, at this end of the room, sat Dexter and Driggs. Right in
front of the clerk of the court were seated Mrs. Dexter and a lawyer.
Officer Whalen lounged near the two prisoners.
"These are the lads, your honor," nodded Policeman Whalen, after giving
Dick & Co. a keen looking over.
"Swear them, Mr. Clerk," said the Justice.
Solemnly the six youngsters held up their right hands and took the oath.
Then Justice Lee began to question them. From Dick, first, he drew out
the story of the dispute in the street. Then the others told the same
story.
"Why did you boys interfere?" asked the justice of Prescott.
"Because, sir," Dick answered, "we didn't want to see a woman
ill-treated on the street."
"A very good reason," nodded Justice Lee approvingly. "But weren't you
afraid of Driggs, here, who is really a police officer?"
"No, sir; I didn't believe that a police officer had any more right than
any one else to break the law."
"You boys have acted very sensibly," nodded Justice Lee. "Dexter, do you
wish to question any of these young witnesses?"
Dexter shook his head, scowling.
"Do you, Driggs?"
"No, your honor. 'Twouldn't be any use."
"You're right about that, I imagine," nodded the justice. "Boys, the
court wishes to express its pleasure over your good sense, and to praise
you for your chivalry and courage. You did just right--as the court
hopes you will always do under similar circumstances. Dexter, stand up.
Driggs, also."
The two prisoners arose, sullen enough in their appearance.
"Dexter, you have been guilty of disturbing the peace. I do not believe
a mere fine sufficient in your case. I therefore sentence you to serve
thirty days in jail. Driggs, your primary offense was about as great as
Dexter's, but your offense is worse, for you are a police officer, and
you tried to throw the strength of your position around the acts of the
prisoner. The court therefore sentences you to sixty days in jail."
"We both wish to appeal, your honor," cried Dexter, his face aflame.
"Dexter's bail will then be fixed at two hundred dollars; Driggs's at
four hundred dollars. Are you prepared to furnish bail?"
"I will furnish the cash for both of us," announced Abner Dexter,
drawing a roll of banknotes from a pocket.
Mrs. Dexter and her lawyer filed out while this matter was being
arranged with the clerk of the court. Dick and his friends, at a sign
from the court, left the room as soon as they had received their fees as
witnesses.
"So he pays the money, Dexter does, and walks out?" grunted Dan Dalzell.
"Oh, no," Dick answered. "Dexter and his friend have to be tried over
again in a higher court. That money is just their forfeit in case they
don't show up for trial."
"They won't," predicted Greg.
"I don't know," murmured Dick. "Six hundred dollars would be a lot of
money to lose."
By hastening, the Grammar School boys were back in school for the last
hour of the session.