CHAPTER XV TARGET PRACTICE
"Hurrah! Putnam Hall wins the race!"
"That was a dandy, wasn't it?"
"Our boys rowed for all they were worth!"
Yells and cheers rent the air and there was a tooting of horns andwhistles.
It was certainly a great victory for Putnam Hall, and Captain Putnam andGeorge Strong were correspondingly proud. As usual Josiah Crabtree keptin the background, for he thought all such contests foolish.
"I congratulate you," the captain said to Dale and the others. "Youdeserve a great deal of credit."
"You won because you kept at it to the end," said George Strong.
Dan Baxter and his cronies were not happy. The victory of our friendsseemed to make their defeat worse.
"I suppose they'll crow over us for keeps now," said Coulter.
"Oh, these races don't amount to much anyway," put in Reff Ritter, witha yawn.
"If they crow over me I'll shut 'em up," said Dan Baxter, savagely.
That evening the cadets of Putnam Hall held a celebration on the campus,and Jack, Pepper, and their chums were in high spirits. Baxter and hiscrowd did not show themselves.
"Poor Baxter!" said Andy. "He must feel sore all over--after the way heblowed."
"Maybe it will teach him a lesson not to do so much blowing in thefuture," came from Stuffer.
A campus fire had been lit, and around this the boys danced and sangsongs. The barrels were piled high, so that the illumination could beseen a long distance.
"I wish the Fords had been here to see the race," said Pepper.
"And our folks," returned Jack. "We'll have to send a full account inthe next letters we write."
"Harry Blossom took some photos," said Stuffer. "He said he would let useach have one."
"Good for the first lieutenant of Company A!" cried Jack.
"Hullo, here comes Peleg Snuggers!" cried Andy. "Now for some fun."
The cue was quickly taken up by the others, and in a trice thegeneral-utility man was surrounded.
"Come, Peleg, we want you to make a speech!" cried Pepper.
"Don't know nuthin' about makin' speeches," grumbled the man.
"Oh, yes, you do," put in Andy. "Come now, that's a good man. Get uponthe box!"
"Put him on this barrel!" said Stuffer, with a wink at his friends.
In a twinkling Peleg Snuggers was lifted up.
"Hi! hi! let me go!" he roared. "I don't want to stand on no barrel."
"It will be good for your health, Peleg," said another cadet.
"Up he goes!"
The general-utility man was placed on the barrel, which stood on a box.The outfit was a decidedly shaky one, and poor Peleg trembled from headto foot.
"I'm a-goin' over!" he groaned. "I know I'm a-goin' over!"
"Steady, old boy!" sang out a cadet. "Think you're in a circus, doingthe great balancing act?"
"I ain't no circus actur, I ain't!"
"Now for the speech," said Pepper. "I'll begin it for you. Friends,debtors, and fellow-countrymen: On this sad and joyous occasion, itmakes us smile in tears to see so many ugly but handsome faces lookingtowards and away from us. There you are. Now go ahead, proceed, start,and begin."
"I can't make no speech, I tell you!" roared the general-utility man.
"Oh, Peleg, you make me cry!" said Andy. "Please go on, that's a deargood fellow!"
"Go ahead and we'll present you with a bunch of rhubarb blossoms," saidStuffer.
"An' measure yer head fer a golden crown, so we will!" added Emerald.
"If he can't talk we'll have to warm him up!" said another student, andwaved a torch towards Snuggers.
This was a signal for all the boys to get torches, and soon they formeda circle around the barrel, each with a torch extended towards poorPeleg.
"Don't you burn me!" shrieked the unfortunate utility man.
"Speech! speech!" was the cry, and the boys came a little closer withtheir torches.
"I don't know what to say!"
"Speech! speech!" And the boys came still closer.
"I can't--oh, gracious! Don't burn me, I tell you! Keep back!" The sweatwas pouring from the man's face. "I can't---- Well, here goes! This hereschool is the best in the world. You fellers is the best in--keep backwith that torch! You fellers is the worst--I mean the best in the world.I'm glad to serve you, but I'd be gladder if you'd leave me--get back, Isay! It's been a juberous day, and we are all--we--are all----"
"Overflowing with joy," suggested Jack.
"I ain't overflowing with joy--oh, get back! Yes, I am, and thisglorious school---- Oh!"
The speech came to a sudden end, as the top of the barrel gave a crack.Down went the general-utility man into the barrel, which rolled from thebox to the ground.
"Hullo!" cried Pepper. "Peleg wants a roll! Let's give it to him."
"I don't want----" began the poor man, but could say no more. Over andover went the barrel, around the campus, with Snuggers in it, the cadetsshrieking wildly with joy. Then down the hill to the rear it went.
"It's going into the lake!"
"Can he swim?"
"I don't think he can!"
"I ain't goin' into the lake!" screamed Peleg Snuggers, and clutched atsome tufts of grass as he passed. This served to turn the barrel in adifferent direction, and it brought up against a tree with a bang. Thenthe general-utility man crawled out and ran for the barn. He did notshow himself again for the balance of that evening.
The fun was carried into the school, and late that evening there wereseveral pillow-fights which George Strong and Josiah Crabtree had tostop. In the mix-up one of the pillows burst open, and Crabtree got allthe feathers over his head and had to beat a retreat. But by midnightthe fun came to an end and the school became as quiet as usual.
During the following week the boys had something to do which pleased themajority of them a great deal. For three afternoons of the week a partof each company went out for target practice. The targets were set up ina field some distance from the lake, where it would be perfectly safe toshoot at them. Each student was given five shots, and if he was a poormarksman Captain Putnam took it upon himself to teach the lad how toshoot better.
Jack, Andy, and Dale went out together, and the youthful major of thebattalion was lucky enough to make forty-seven points out of a possiblefifty.
"That is very good, Major Ruddy," said Captain Putnam. "I am glad toknow that our major can shoot so well."
"Well, I suppose a commander ought to know something about it," answeredJack, modestly.
When it came Andy's turn to shoot, the acrobatic lad made forty-one outof a possible fifty. This was not so high, but as thirty-five wasconsidered the passing mark there was no complaint.
"Well, I suppose it could be worse," was Andy's comment. He had beenafraid that he would not pass, for he did very little shooting.
Reff Ritter was the next student up, and by luck more than anything elsehe made forty-three points.
"I learned to shoot in Paris," he said, loudly. "A French expert taughtme."
"That was very good," said Captain Putnam, quietly.
Gus Coulter came next and at first failed to hit the target. His totalwas twenty-eight points.
"I shall have to give you a few lessons in shooting," said the master ofthe Hall.
"The--er--the wind was too strong," grumbled Coulter.
At that moment came a wild cry from one side of the field.
"Mad dog! Mad dog! Save me! Save me!"
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