CHAPTER XII THE BEGINNING OF A REBELLION
As has been said, George Strong had gone away on business, and nowCaptain Putnam followed him. This left the school in charge of JosiahCrabtree and Pluxton Cuddle. That there might be no dispute regardingauthority the master of the school made it plain to the two assistantsthat Crabtree was to have undisputed sway during school hours and thatat 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 possibleduring recitations and Cuddle won’t let us call our souls our own therest of the time.”
“Well, I’ll stand just so much,” answered Pepper. “Then, if it getsworse, I’ll kick.” And his chums said about the same.
The first trouble arose in the schoolroom. Some of the boys had a Latinlesson that was extra difficult, and when they stumbled in therecitation 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 lessonis because you are lazy!”
“Mr. Crabtree,” answered Joe Nelson, with a flushed face. “I did my beston that translation. But we have never had——”
“Stop, Nelson, I want no excuses,” roared Josiah Crabtree. “This lessonis 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 eyeingthe 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 translatefrom the beginning of paragraph twenty-four.”
“I didn’t study paragraph twenty-four,” answered Pepper. “I thought wewere to take to twenty-two only.”
“I said twenty to twenty-five,” answered Josiah Crabtree, coldly. “Ifyou can’t translate sit down, and I’ll mark you zero. Ritter, you maytranslate paragraph twenty-four for Ditmore’s benefit.”
The last words were said maliciously, for the teacher knew that Pepperand Ritter were on bad terms with each other. Pepper’s face reddened andhe scowled. But a moment later he had to grin.
“Mr. Crabtree, I—er—I am not prepared to translate,” stammered ReffRitter.
“What!” shouted the teacher.
“I am not prepared to translate. I—er—I had such a headache last night Icouldn’t study.”
“Headache is good!” muttered Dale into Pepper’s ear. “He was out on thelake 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 hisdesk 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 theparagraph given. Then Stuffer was called on.
“I studied only up to twenty-three,” said he. “That’s as far as you saidwe were to go.”
“Don’t contradict me! Don’t you dare!” shouted Josiah Crabtree, red inthe face with rage. “I know what lessons I give out. Conners, you goon.”
The big boy of the class shrugged his shoulders.
“I can go on, but not very well, sir,” he answered. “I understood wewere 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 andshaking 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 wentaround.
“I will have silence!” repeated the teacher. “If you are not silent Iwill 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 hereunderstood you to say we were to go to the end of paragraphtwenty-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 hisdesk 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 everseen—and many of the cadets present held their breath. Some expected tosee Jack drop into his seat, but the young major did nothing of thekind. He stood in a soldierly attitude and looked the angry teacher fullin the eyes.
“Will you sit down or not?” demanded Josiah Crabtree, as he came to ahalt in front of the pupil.
“Will you listen to me, or not, Mr. Crabtree?” asked Jack. “If youwon’t, I have nothing more to say, here. But I’ll report the matter toCaptain 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 onecadet.
“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 hisruler wildly in the air.
“This is—is rebellion!” he gasped. “Rebellion! I want everybody to sitdown!” For all the cadets were now on their feet.
“Sit down yourself!” came from Coulter, who was in the rear, and thensomebody threw a book into the air. More books followed, and severalvolumes landed on Josiah Crabtree’s head and shoulders. He danced aroundwildly, trying to reach some of the cadets with the ruler, but all keptout of his way.
It was the most exciting time Putnam Hall had ever witnessed, and theclimax was gained when an inkwell, thrown by Reff Ritter, struck JosiahCrabtree 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. “Youwretches! Stop, or I’ll have you all locked up! This is—is disgraceful,outrageous, preposterous! I never imagined any set of boys could be sobad! I shall have somebody arrested for assault and battery! I’ll havethe law on all of you!” And still brandishing the ruler he ran from theclassroom, banging the door after him.
For the moment after he was gone nobody spoke. Then Bart Conners emitteda low whistle.
“Here’s a how-do-you-do!” he exclaimed.
“Do you think he’ll try to have anybody arrested?” questioned ReffRitter. He was just a little scared and wished he had not thrown theinkwell.
“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 hismistake about the lesson.”
“So it was,” put in Dave Kearney. “I knew paragraph twenty-four, but hegave 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 andsit down,” and all but Ritter did as requested. The latter took up thefallen 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 tocrawl ought to be kicked.”
“And you’d be the first to do it—if you could,” retorted Pepper. “Justthe same, nobody is crawling yet,” he added, quickly.
A warm discussion arose on all sides, and it was generally admittedthat, barring the inkwell incident, Josiah Crabtree had gotten no morethan he deserved.
“He ought to be kicked out of this school,” said Henry Lee. “We ought tocombine 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 studyjust 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 thewater 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, followedby the gymnasium instructor and Peleg Snuggers. The general utility mancarried a cane and looked troubled. The new teacher marched to theplatform and the others did the same.
“This room will come to order!” commanded Pluxton Cuddle, but this orderwas unnecessary, for every cadet was in his seat and all were sitting upas stiff as ramrods. The silence was so complete that the clock in thehall 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 otherthings. Were it not that he does not wish to bring disgrace upon thisinstitution of learning, he would at once summon the authorities andhave all of you placed under arrest.”
The instructor paused, hoping somebody would say something, but not acadet opened his lips, although all faced the teacher boldly.
“I want the names of all who threw anything at Mr. Crabtree,” continuedPluxton 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 ofstone.
“I will call the roll!” cried Pluxton Cuddle. “Snuggers, go to the doorand see that no boy leaves this room.”
“Yes, sir,” answered the general utility man, and with shuffling stepshe took up a position as required.
There was a pause, as the new teacher got out the roll book and began toscan the pages. Then, of a sudden, the door opened once more and JosiahCrabtree came in swiftly and marched to the desk. In his hand he held acat-o’-nine tails.