Frank's Campaign; Or, The Farm and the Camp

by Jr. Horatio Alger

  CHAPTER XIII. MISCHIEF ON FOOT

  As may be supposed, John Haynes was deeply incensed with Frank Frost forthe manner in which he had foiled him in his attack upon Pomp. He feltthat in this whole matter he had appeared by no means to advantage.After all his boasting, he had been defeated by a boy younger andsmaller than himself. The old grudge which he had against Frank for thesuccess gained over him at school increased and added poignancy to hismortification. He felt that he should never be satisfied until he had"come up" with Frank in some way. The prospect of seeing him ejectedfrom the farm was pleasant, but it was too far off. John did not feellike waiting so long for the gratification of his revengeful feelings.He resolved in the meantime to devise some method of injuring orannoying Frank.

  He could not at once think of anything feasible. Several schemes flittedacross his mind, but all were open to some objection. John did not careto attempt anything which would expose him, if discovered, to a legalpunishment. I am afraid this weighed more with him than the wrong orinjustice of his schemes.

  At last it occurred to him that Mr. Frost kept a couple of pigs. To letthem out secretly at night would be annoying to Frank, as they wouldprobably stray quite a distance, and thus a tedious pursuit would bemade necessary. Perhaps they might never be found, in which case Johnfelt that he should not grieve much.

  Upon this scheme John finally settled as the one promising the mostamusement to himself and annoyance to his enemy, as he chose to regardFrank. He felt quite averse, however, to doing the work himself. In thefirst place, it must be done by night, and he could not absent himselffrom the house at a late hour without his father's knowledge. Again, heknew there was a risk of being caught, and it would not sound very wellif noised abroad that the son of Squire Haynes had gone out by night andlet loose a neighbor's pigs.

  He cast about in his mind for a confederate, and after awhile settledupon a boy named Dick Bumstead.

  This Dick had the reputation of being a scape-grace and a ne'er-do-well.He was about the age of John Haynes, but had not attended school fora couple of years, and, less from want of natural capacity than fromindolence, knew scarcely more than a boy of ten. His father was ashoemaker, and had felt obliged to keep his son at home to assist himin the shop. He did not prove a very efficient assistant, however, beinginclined to shirk duty whenever he could.

  It was upon this boy that John Haynes fixed as most likely to help himin his plot. On his way home from school the next afternoon, he noticedDick loitering along a little in advance.

  "Hold on, Dick," he called out, in a friendly voice, at the same timequickening his pace.

  Dick turned in some surprise, for John Haynes had a foolish pride, whichhad hitherto kept him very distant toward those whom he regarded asstanding lower than himself in the social scale.

  "How are you, John?" he responded, putting up the knife with which hehad been whittling.

  "All right. What are you up to nowadays?"

  "Working in the shop," said Dick, shrugging his shoulders. "I wishpeople didn't wear shoes, for my part. I've helped make my share.Pegging isn't a very interesting operation."

  "No," said John, with remarkable affability. "I shouldn't think there'dbe much fun in it."

  "Fun! I guess not. For my part, I'd be willing to go barefoot, if otherpeople would, for the sake of getting rid of pegging."

  "I suppose you have some time to yourself, though, don't you?"

  "Precious little. I ought to be in the shop now. Father sent me down tothe store for some awls, and he'll be fretting because I don't get back.I broke my awl on purpose," said Dick, laughing, "so as to get a chanceto run out a little while."

  "I suppose your father gives you some of the money that you earn,doesn't he?' inquired John.

  "A few cents now and then; that's all. He says everything is so highnowadays that it takes all we can both of us earn to buy food andclothes. So if a fellow wants a few cents now and then to buy a cigar,he can't have 'em."

  John was glad to hear this. He felt that he could the more readilyinduce Dick to assist him in his plans.

  "Dick!" he said abruptly, looking round to see that no one was withinhearing-distance, "wouldn't you like to earn a two-dollar bill?"

  "For myself?" inquired Dick.

  "Certainly."

  "Is there much work in it?" asked indolent Dick cautiously.

  "No, and what little there is will be fun."

  "Then I'm in for it. That is, I think I am. What is it?"

  "You'll promise not to tell?" said John.

  "Honor bright."

  "It's only a little practical joke that I want to play upon one of theboys."

  "On who?" asked Dick, unmindful of his grammar.

  "On Frank Frost."

  "Frank's a pretty good fellow. It isn't going to hurt him any, is it?"

  "Oh, no, of course not."

  "Because I wouldn't want to do that. He's always treated me well."

  "Of course he has. It's only a little joke, you know."

  "Oh, well, if it's a joke, just count me in. Fire away, and let me knowwhat you want done."

  "You know that Frank, or his father, keeps pigs?"

  "Yes."

  "I want you to go some night--the sooner the better--and let them out,so that when morning comes the pigs will be minus, and Master Frank willhave a fine chase after them."

  "Seems to me," said Dick, "that won't be much of a joke."

  "Then I guess you never saw a pig-chase. Pigs are so contrary that ifyou want them to go in one direction they are sure to go in another.The way they gallop over the ground, with their little tails wrigglingbehind them, is a caution."

  "But it would be a great trouble to Frank to get them back."

  "Oh, well, you could help him, and so get still more fun out of it, henot knowing, of course, that you had anything to do with letting themout."

  "And that would take me out of the shop for a couple of hours," saidDick, brightening at the thought.

  "Of course," said John; "so you would get a double advantage. Come, whatdo you say?"

  "Well, I don't know," said Dick, wavering. "You'd pay me the money downon the nail, wouldn't you?"

  "Yes," said John. "I'll show you the bill now."

  He took from his pocketbook a two-dollar greenback, and displayed it toDick.

  "You could buy cigars enough with this to last you some time," he saidinsinuatingly.

  "So I could. I declare, I've a good mind to take up your offer."

  "You'd better. It's a good one."

  "But why don't you do it yourself?" asked Dick, with sudden wonder.

  "Because father's very strict," said John glibly, "and if I should leavethe house at night, he'd be sure to find it out."

  "That's where I have the advantage. I sleep downstairs, and can easilyslip out of the window, without anybody's being the wiser."

  "Just the thing. Then you agree?"

  "Yes, I might as well. Are you particular about the night?"

  "No, take your choice about that. Only the sooner the better."

  The two boys separated, John feeling quite elated with his success.