Bobby Blake on the School Nine: or, The Champions of the Monatook Lake League. Warner Frank A.
travelers, with their heads far out of the windows, waved and called in return until they were out of sight and hearing.
“Betty’s a bully girl, isn’t she, Fred?” remarked Bobby, as they settled back in their seats. “You’re a lucky fellow. I wish I had a sister like her.”
“Ye-e-s,” assented Fred, rather hesitatingly. “Betty’s a brick. That is,” he added hastily, “as far as any girl can be. But don’t be wishing too hard for sisters, Bobby,” he went on darkly. “Girls aren’t all they’re cracked up to be.”
“Especially when they know how to throw,” put in Bobby, with a roguish glint in his eyes.
Fred pretended to think this remark unworthy of an answer, but he rubbed his nose reflectively.
CHAPTER III
THE COMING STORM
For several minutes the boys were the least bit quiet and subdued. There is always something sobering in going away from home and leaving relatives and friends behind, especially when the parting is going to last for many months, and the warm-hearted farewells of the group at the station were still ringing in the boy’s ears.
But it is not in boy nature to remain quiet long, and their irrepressible spirits soon asserted themselves and caused the young travelers to bubble over with fun and merriment.
Besides, Pee Wee and Mouser had said good-bye to their parents the day before in their own homes, and had been stopping over night with their school chums in Clinton. Their depression was but for the moment and was over the thought of leaving behind so much fun and good will as they had found at their chums’ home town, and they helped Bobby and Fred to forget their feeling of homesickness.
There were not many other passengers on the train that morning, so that the boys had plenty of room and could give vent to their feelings without causing annoyance to others. They snatched each other’s caps and threw them in the aisles or under the seats, indulged in good-natured scuffling, sang bits of the Rockledge songs and cut up “high jinks” generally.
Fred and Mouser were seized by a longing for a drink of water at the same moment, and they had a race to see who would get to the cooler first. Fred won and got first drink while Mouser waited for his turn. But Mouser got even by knocking Fred’s elbow so that half the water was spilled over the front of his coat.
“Quit, I tell you, Mouser,” remonstrated Fred, half choking from the effort to drink and talk at the same time.
But Mouser kept on, until suddenly Fred saw a chance to get back at him.
“What does it say there?” he asked, pointing to some words engraved on the lower part of the cooler. “I can’t quite make the letters out from here.”
Mouser innocently bent over, and Fred, taking advantage of his stooping position, tipped his glass and sent a stream of water down his victim’s neck.
There was a startled howl from Mouser as the cold water trickled down his spine. He straightened up with a jerk and chased Fred down the aisle, while Bobby and Pee Wee went into whoops of laughter at his discomfiture.
“That’s no way to drink water, Mouser,” chaffed Bobby as soon as he could speak. “You want to use your mouth instead of taking in through the pores.”
“Oh, dry up,” ejaculated Mouser, making frantic efforts to stuff his handkerchief down his back.
“We’re dry enough already,” chuckled Pee Wee. “Seems to me it’s you that needs drying up.”
“You will jog my elbow, eh?” jeered Fred, who was delighted at the success of his stratagem.
“My turn will come,” grunted Mouser. “It’s a long worm that has no turning,” he added, getting mixed up in his proverbs.
Again the boys shouted and Mouser himself, although he tried to keep up his dignity, ended by joining in the merriment.
In the scramble for seats when they had first boarded the train, Bobby and Fred had had the luck to get the seat that faced forward. Mouser and Pee Wee had to ride backward and naturally after a while they objected.
“You fellows have all the best of it,” grumbled Pee Wee.
“That’s all right,” retorted Fred. “That’s as it should be. Nothing’s too good for Bobby and me. The best people ought to have the best of everything.”
“Sure thing,” Bobby backed him up. “The common people ought to be satisfied with what they can get. You fellows ought to be glad that we let you travel with us at all.”
“Those fellows just hate themselves, don’t they?” Mouser appealed to his seat mate.
“Aren’t they the modest little flowers?” agreed Pee Wee.
“What do you say to rushing them and firing them out?” suggested Mouser.
“Oh, don’t do that,” cried Fred in mock alarm. “Pee Wee might fall on one of us, and then there’d be nothing left but a grease spot.”
“Might as well have a ton of brick on top of you,” confirmed Bobby.
“I’ll tell you what,” grinned Pee Wee. “We’ll draw straws for it and the fellows that get the two longest straws get the best seats.”
“That would be all right and I’d be glad to do it,” said Fred with an air of candor. “Only there aren’t any straws handy. So we’ll have to let things stay as they are.”
“You don’t get out of it that way, you old fox,” cried Mouser. “Here’s an old letter and we’ll make strips of paper take the place of the straws.”
“All right,” agreed Fred, driven into the open. “Give me the letter and I’ll make the strips and you fellows can draw.”
“Will you play fair?” asked Mouser suspiciously.
Fred put on an air of offended virtue.
“Do you think I’m a crook?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” retorted Mouser in a most unflattering way. “A fellow that will pour water down my back when I’m trying to do him a favor will do anything.”
Fred looked at him sadly as though lamenting his lack of faith, but proceeded briskly to tear the strips. The boys drew and Bobby had the luck to retain his seat, but Fred had to exchange with Mouser.
“It’s a shame to have to sit with Pee Wee,” said Fred as he squeezed in beside the fat boy. “He takes up two-thirds of the seat.”
“The conductor ought to charge him double fare,” grinned Mouser.
Pee Wee only smiled lazily.
“Look at him,” jeered Bobby. “He looks just like the cat that’s swallowed the canary.”
“It would take more than that to make Pee Wee happy,” put in Fred. “A canary would be a mighty slim meal for him.”
“You’d think so if you’d seen how he piled into the buckwheat cakes this morning,” chuckled Bobby. “Honestly, fellows, I thought that Meena would have heart failure trying to cook them fast enough.”
“I noticed that you did your part all right,” laughed Pee Wee. “I had all I could do to get my share of the maple syrup.”
“Buckwheats and maple syrup!” groaned Mouser. “Say, fellows! stop talking about them or you’ll make me so hungry I’ll have to bite the woodwork.”
“We can do better than that,” said Fred. “Here comes the train boy. Let’s get some candy and peanuts.”
The boys bought lavishly and munched away contentedly.
“Look at the way the snow’s coming down!” exclaimed Fred, gazing out of the window.
“It is for a fact,” agreed Bobby.
“Looks as though it had settled in for a regular storm,” commented Mouser.
“Maybe