PUNISHING A BULLY
After the frank confession of the bully of Putnam Hall that he had
fastened the trap door of the church belfry, there was a moment of
intense silence. He faced Jack and Pepper with a sickly grin on his
face.
“It was a joke on you all right enough,” he continued. “You were lucky
to get away as quickly as you did. What did you do,—force the trap door
open in spite of the bolt?”
“Ritter, I think you are about the worst boy that ever came to this
school,” said Pepper.
“Oh, you needn’t preach to me, Ditmore.”
“I wouldn’t say so much if you had played that trick on me alone,” went
on The Imp calmly. “But to play it on Jack—after all he did to save you
from being expelled—well, it’s beyond me. I guess you don’t know what a
conscience is.”
“If you are going to talk to me like that I’ll smash you one in the
jaw!” fired back the bully. “I know what I am doing, and it’s not for
you to teach me manners.”
“Do you know that Jack came close to losing his life at the church and
all because you locked us in the belfry?” added Pepper.
“Humph! What are you trying to do, scare me? It didn’t hurt you to be
locked in.”
“Ritter, you listen to me,” broke in the young major, and now his voice
was so cold and uncompromising that all in the crowd held their breath.
“You admit that you locked us in the belfry, don’t you? You know what it
would have meant for me if I had been caught there, and you know what it
would have meant for the school. It was mean, dirt mean. I thought you
were going to turn over a new leaf—be like the rest of the fellows.
Now—well, I think I’ll teach you a lesson.”
“Me, a lesson?” faltered Reff Ritter.
“Exactly. I made a mistake when I didn’t let Captain Putnam expel you.
The whole school would have been better off for it. Take off your jacket
and cap.”
“Why?”
“Because I am going to give you a sound thrashing—and do it before we go
to bed.”
“Humph! Want to fight, eh?”
“No, I didn’t say anything about a fight, I said I was going to give you
a sound thrashing.”
“If you fight we’ll all be caught!” cried Nick Paxton, in alarm. “Put it
off till to-morrow.”
“Yes, let us get to bed!” added Coulter. “I won’t say a word about your
being at the church.”
“You bet you won’t—not unless you want a big licking,” cried Pepper.
“Mum’s the word on this, remember that, everybody,” cried Andy.
“Remember it—or take the consequences,” came from Stuffer.
While the others were talking Jack had shed his cadet jacket and his cap
and thrown them on a nearby bench. He faced Ritter so determinedly that
the bully backed away several steps.
“I want you to know——” began Ritter.
“Get ready, if you are going to,” returned the young major. And then as
Ritter put up his fists and stuck out his chin he leaped forward and
caught the bully by one wrist. The grip was like that of steel and he
whirled the fellow around bodily.
“Take that!” roared Ritter and struck out wildly. Jack dodged the blow
with ease.
Then, with the quickness of lightning, the young major “sailed into” his
opponent. He hit Ritter a sharp blow in the right cheek and followed
this up by one on the nose. Then the pair clinched, and he got the
bully’s head under his arm and poked Ritter a hard one in the eye and a
heavy one in the mouth that loosened several teeth.
“Le—let me g—g—go!” spluttered the bully.
“I’ll let you go when I am done with you!” returned Jack. “I am going to
teach you a lesson you won’t forget in a hurry.”
“Break away!” cried Gus Coulter. “Fight him fair, Ruddy.”
“This isn’t a fight—I am merely giving him the thrashing he deserves,”
answered the young major. “You keep out of it—or I’ll serve you the
same,” he added, so sharply that Coulter stepped back in alarm.
How badly Jack might have damaged Ritter it is hard to state. He was
thoroughly aroused and anxious to give the bully a “dressing down” he
should never forget. But in the midst of the excitement a cry of alarm
arose from Paxton, who had been looking anxiously towards the school
building.
“Cheese it!” he called out. “Somebody is coming!”
“It’s old Crabtree!” exclaimed Stuffer. “Boys, we have got to leg it,
unless we want to get caught,” he added, as the tall and angular form of
the teacher was seen to emerge from the school building.
Jack had no more desire to be caught than anybody else and he quickly
relinquished his hold on the bully and picked up his jacket and cap.
Ritter was so dazed that he staggered for a second when let alone.
“Yo—you just wait, Jack Ruddy!” he muttered. “Just wait! I’ll get even,
if it takes a lifetime to do it!”
“I’ll finish the thrashing some other time, Ritter,” answered the young
officer, and then he and his chums ran in one direction while the bully
and his cronies ran in another.
“Stop! stop!” came in the harsh, dictatorial voice of Josiah Crabtree,
and he came rushing over the campus, cane in hand. “Stop, whoever you
are!”
Fortunately for the cadets the moon, which had been shining clearly, now
went under a heavy cloud, leaving the campus in darkness. The gloom was
disastrous for the teacher, for in his hurry he did not see a low bench
bordering the path. He bumped into the bench heavily, lost his balance,
and went sprawling on his chest and face.
“Hi! hi! who did this? Who upset me?” he screamed wrathfully. “Stop, you
young rascals! If you don’t stop I’ll have you all expelled!”
He picked himself up after an effort and got back his wind, but by that
time all of the cadets were out of sight. The Ritter contingent went to
an angle of the school building, where hung a rope running up to a
dormitory. Jack, Pepper and Stuffer followed Andy to the washshed and
there secured the key left by Peleg Snuggers.
“Hurry up, Andy,” cried Pepper, who was looking back to see if they were
being followed. “Remember, old Crabtree is on the warpath!”
The kitchen door was quickly opened, the key being left in the lock, and
up a back stairs sped the four cadets, Pepper leading the way.
“Wait a minute!” whispered The Imp, when the upper hallway was gained.
“What do you want?” questioned Stuffer.
“Here is the bell clapper. Crabtree is out of his room, and we might—”
“Hurrah! just the thing!” cried Andy. “Give it to me, Pep. You have done
enough for one night.”
“I’ll go with Andy,” put in Stuffer. “You and Jack go to bed.”
And while the young major and his chum sped for their dormitory Andy and
Stuffer ran down a side hall leading to the apartment occupied by Josiah
Crabtree. As expected, the door was unlocked and they quickly stepped
inside the room.
“I’ll put it in his bureau drawer, among his shirts,” said Andy. “He’ll
be sure to find it to-morrow.”
“Oh, say, I’ve got an idea!” cried the lad who loved to eat. “But it
will rob me of my candy,” he added woefully.
“What is the idea, Stuffer?” asked Andy, who was placing the bell
clapper between the teacher’s dress shirts in the bureau.
“I’ve got this molasses candy with me. Supposing I put some of it in the
bed? He might——”
“Have sweet dreams!” finished the acrobatic youth. “Good! Spread the
candy out well, Stuffer. It’s a bit hard, I know. But the heat of old
Crabtree’s body will fix it all right!”
The bell clapper disposed of, the two cadets spread the molasses candy,
which was in thin, flat form, in the bed, between the sheets. Then they
turned down the light as they had found it, and hurried forth and to
their quarters. As they did this they heard a door below slammed shut
and locked.
“Crabtree is coming in!” announced Pepper, who was on the watch. “I’ll
wager he is as mad as a hornet for not catching us!”
Some of the other cadets had been told about what was going on, and at
several dormitory doors heads peeped forth. But then sounded a peculiar
whistle, coming from Emerald Hogan.
It was a signal that the teacher was coming around, inspecting the
dormitories. Every cadet understood, and there was a wild scramble to
put out the lights and leap into bed.
The only lad who did not escape was Gus Coulter. In the semi-darkness he
ran into another cadet and was knocked flat. Before he could get up and
reach his bed the door opened and Josiah Crabtree appeared. The light
was burning brightly, for it was Coulter’s duty that week to put it out.
“Coulter, stand up!” cried the teacher, wrathfully, and the cadet arose
sheepishly.
“What are you doing out of bed this time of night?” demanded Josiah
Crabtree.
“I—er—I got up to—er—to get a drink,” answered the youth, stammeringly.
“Indeed!” was the sarcastic rejoinder. “And do you dress every time you
want a drink?”
At this question there was a snicker from one of the beds. Josiah
Crabtree whirled around to find out who was laughing at him. But every
boy lay as if sound asleep.
“Who was laughing, I demand to know!” cried the teacher.
There was no answer.
“Coulter, were you outside a few minutes ago?” went on Josiah Crabtree.
“Me?” asked the cadet, in apparent astonishment. “I just got out of
bed.”
“And dressed to get a drink of water, eh?”
Well, I—er—I didn’t feel well and I thought I might need a doctor. But I
am better now.”
“Humph! a likely story,” growled the teacher. “I will attend to your
case later.” And off he hurried, to find out, if possible, if any
students in the other dormitories were up.
When he reached the room used by Jack and his friends he found the young
major on his back snoring lustily. All the other boys seemed to be
sleeping soundly, and their garments were hung up with care and their
shoes placed exactly as the regulations of the school required. The
teacher did not know that under the covers some of the boys had not yet
taken off their socks and dress shirts, and that the shoes at Pepper’s
chair were an extra pair and not the ones The Imp had been wearing all
day,—those foot coverings being still on his feet.
Having looked around carefully, Josiah Crabtree retired and continued
his inspection of the sleeping rooms. As soon as he was out of sight and
hearing Pepper sat up and so did his chums.
“Just escaped and no more,” said Dale Blackmore. “Well, a miss is as
good as four miles.”
“Sure, an’ somebody would have been caught had he looked at Pep’s feet!”
came from Emerald. “Nixt toime take off your shoes, me b’y, ’tis safer.”
“I hadn’t time,” answered Pepper. “But I’ll take them off now,” he
added. “Walking around the Hall at night in my socks is good enough for
me.”
The boys had been told of what had been done with the sticky candy, and
all waited impatiently for Josiah Crabtree to retire. Presently they
heard the teacher enter his room, closing and locking the door after
him.
“Now for a little more fun!” whispered The Imp. “Come on, but don’t make
any noise!”
One after another the cadets stole out in the dimly-lit hallway and
tiptoed their way to the teacher’s apartment. Listening at the door they
heard Josiah Crabtree disrobe, put out the light, and crawl into bed.
“Now just wait!” whispered Stuffer. “There will be something doing in a
few minutes, mark my words!”