The Rover Boys Megapack

by Edward Stratemeyer

  “You are certain you saw the boys, Buddy?” he heard the tall man with the scar say.

  “I’m as sure of it as I’m sure your name is Arnold Baxt—”

  “Hush, Buddy, how many times must I tell you that I want that name dropped, especially around here?”

  “There ain’t anybody around here to hear us!”

  “Well, I don’t want the name mentioned. I call you Buddy. You must call me Nolly.”

  “All right, Nolly.”

  “Now, you are dead sure you saw the boys on their way to Putnam Hall?”

  “I am.”

  “How much have you drank today?”

  “Only two glasses, this morning. Oh, it was them,” went on Buddy, with a total disregard for grammar.

  The tall man muttered something under his breath.

  “It’s too bad,” he said aloud.

  “What’s too bad?”

  “That they are going to Putnam Hall. Still, I don’t know as it will amount to anything. But I reckon you had best get out of the neighborhood.”

  “I’m going to get out.”

  “What brought you here?”

  “I wanted to see you again, as I said before.”

  “About what?”

  “That mining deal.”

  “I can’t do anything at present.”

  “Why not?”

  “There are some papers missing, Buddy. As soon as I get those I’ll be in a condition to go ahead. You know, I’ve got to move slowly.”

  “Well, what brought you here?”

  “That is my business.”

  “Every few months or so you come up to Cedarville, Baxt—— Nolly, and on a secret mission.”

  “Well, who has a better right? Come, let us talk about something else. If you— Hullo, what’s that?”

  Both men leaped to their feet as a sound from the bushes back of the spring reached their ears.

  Tom had been lying as quiet as a mouse when a pinching-bug, as they are commonly called, had dropped from one of the bushes onto his neck.

  The bug was as big as a walnut shell, and had fine nippers, and when he took hold of the skin Tom could not help but make a slight noise as he tried to throw the bug off.

  Before the boy could arise to his feet the two men were rushing upon him, Buddy with a stick and the tall man with something which he had drawn from his pocket. It was a sand-bag, a favorite weapon used in our large cities by footpads.

  CHAPTER X

  SETTLING DOWN AT THE HALL

  “It’s a boy!” cried the tall, slim man.

  “One of the boys!” came from the tramp known as Buddy.

  “You don’t say!” The tall man turned to Tom. “How did you get here?”

  “Walked,” answered Tom as calmly as he could, although this is not saying much, for he realized that the pair before him were desperate characters and that he was no match for them.

  “Have you been spying on us?” demanded the fellow called Nolly.

  “I’ve been spying on this man,” answered Tom, pointing to the other fellow. “He stole my brother’s watch. What have you done with it?”

  “Never stole a watch in me life!” returned Buddy quickly.

  “I say you did, and it will do no good to deny it.”

  “If you say I stole any watch I’ll—I’ll knock yer down,” cried Buddy fiercely.

  And he rushed at Tom and aimed a blow at the boy’s head with his stick.

  Nolly also ran forward with his sand-bag; and seeing this, Tom leaped back, and was soon making tracks as fast as his legs could carry him.

  The two men did not pursue him far. Instead, they turned and ran in the opposite direction.

  Tom hurried on until he came within sight of a large farmhouse. Reaching the front door, he used the brass knocker vigorously.

  Soon an upper window was raised, and the head of a middle-aged man was thrust out.

  “Who is there?” he demanded.

  “I want help, sir,” answered Tom. “I am a pupil at Putnam Hall, and I have just spotted a fellow in this neighborhood who robbed my brother of a gold watch.”

  “Is that so!”

  “Oh, papa, is it one of the boys Grace and I were telling you about?” came in the voice of Nellie Laning. “Aren’t you Tom Rover?”

  “Yes. This must be Mr. Laning.”

  “Yes, my boy, I am John Laning,” answered the farmer. “I will be down in a moment. We are in the habit of retiring early.”

  In a few minutes Tom was let into the house, and he told his story to John Laning, his wife, and the two girls, all of whom listened with interest.

  Then a hired man was aroused, and the two men and the boy hurried to where the campfire had been located.

  But, as stated before, Buddy and Nolly had made good use of their time, and no trace of them was to be found.

  “They have skipped out,” said Mr. Laning.

  “To look for them will be worse than looking for spiders in a corn stack. I suppose you’ll be getting back to Putnam Hall now?”

  “If it is all the same, I would like to engage a room at your farmhouse for the night,” answered Tom, and told his tale.

  At the mention of Josiah Crabtree’s name John Laning’s face grew dark.

  “I don’t wonder you had a row with that man,” he said. “I know him only too well. You can stay at my house if you will, and it shall not cost you a cent.”

  “Hullo, here is luck!” thought Tom, and thanked the farmer for his offer.

  When they got back to the farmhouse Tom’s story had to be told to Grace and Nellie, while Mr. Laning went off to prepare a room for the youth.

  “Oh, Josiah Crabtree!” cried Nelly. “Why, don’t you know he is trying to court our Aunt Lucy?”

  “Your Aunt Lucy? Who is she?”

  “Dora Stanhope’s mother. Dora’s father is dead, you know.”

  “Great Caesar!” burst from Tom; “I hope Dora never gets him for a stepfather!”

  “So do all of us, Tom; but I’m afraid he has made quite an impression on Aunt Lucy. She is rich; and my own idea is that Josiah Crabtree is after her money.”

  “He’s none too good for it,” was Tom’s blunt comment.

  The girls and the lad chatted together for half an hour, and then all retired for the balance of the night.

  “They’re awfully sweet,” thought the boy, “these two, and Dora too.”

  He slept soundly, and did not arise until after seven. On coming below he found a hot breakfast awaiting him, to which it is perhaps needless to state he did full justice.

  While he was talking to the girls, and finishing up at the same time, Mr. Laning came in.

  “Thought I would tell you that Captain Putnam just drove down the Hall road on his way to the school,” he announced.

  “Then I’ll get back at once,” said Tom, and bade the various members of the family good-by. “Hope we meet again soon,” he whispered to the girls, and this made both blush.

  Mr. Laning would have driven the lad to the academy, but Tom declined the offer and set off on foot. It did not take him long to cover the distance, and he entered the grounds as unconcernedly as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

  “Hullo!” cried several cadets as they noticed him. “Where did you come from? Mr. Crabtree has been looking all over for you.”

  “I don’t wish to see him. I wish to see Captain Putnam? Where is he?”

  “Gracious, but you’re a cool one!” remarked one of the cadets. “The captain is in his office, I think.”

  “Will you please show me to the place?”

  “Certainly.”

  The office was a finely furnished apartment just off the main classroom. Tom knocked on the door.

  “Come in,” said
a cheery voice, and the boy calmly entered to find himself confronted not only by Captain Putnam, but likewise by Josiah Crabtree.

  “Ah! Here is the young reprobate now!” cried Crabtree, as rushing up, he grasped Tom by the arm.

  “You will kindly let go of my arm, Mr. Crabtree,” said Tom steadily.

  “You shan’t run away again!”

  “That’s true—now Captain Putnam is here.”

  “So this is Thomas Rover,” said Captain Victor Putnam, with something like a twinkle in his clear eyes. “Rover, I have heard a rather serious report about you and your brother Richard.”

  “What kind of a report, if I may ask, sir?”

  “Mr. Crabtree says you have been impudent to him, and that when he locked you in the guardroom for breaking the rules you attacked him and knocked him down.”

  “He attacked me first. If anybody attacked you, wouldn’t you be apt to knock him down if you could?”

  “That would depend upon, circumstances, Rover. If a man attacked me on the street I would certainly endeavor to defend myself to the best of my ability. But you must remember that you are a pupil here, and Mr. Crabtree is one of your masters, appointed by me.”

  “I am not a pupil yet, sir—although I hope to be very soon.”

  “Why, what do you mean?” demanded Victor Putnam, and now his voice grew stern. Many a boy would have flinched, but Tom had determined to say just what he thought of Crabtree, and he stood his ground.

  “I mean just this, Captain Putnam. I came to Putnam Hall with the best intention in the world of doing my duty as a pupil and becoming a credit to your institution. I hadn’t a thought of breaking a rule or being impudent. Before I entered your grounds I thought of a big fire cracker I had in my pocket, and just for the fun of the thing set the cracker off, as a sort of farewell to the outdoor life so soon to be left behind.”

  “Captain Putnam, are you going to listen to such tomfoolery?” interrupted Josiah Crabtree.

  “I believe I have a right to tell my story,” answered Tom. “Unless that right is granted, I shall leave the Hall, go back to my guardian, and tell him that I refuse to become a pupil here.”

  “You are a pupil already,” snarled Crabtree.

  “I am not—and that is just the point I am trying to make,” went on Tom to the owner of Putnam Hall. “As soon as the firecracker went off, this man rushed up and demanded an explanation. He was going to lock up my brother first, but I said I had fired the cracker, and so he compelled me to go to the guardroom with him. I was locked in and treated to bread and milk for supper, and he wanted to steal the keys of my trunk and valise from me.”

  “Steal!” ejaculated Josiah Crabtree.

  “That is what it amounted to, for the keys, and boxes are my property.”

  “Mr. Crabtree merely wanted to see that your baggage contained nothing improper,” put in Captain Putnam. “There are certain things we do not allow boys to bring into the institution.”

  “Then he had a right to keep my baggage out until I was properly enrolled as a pupil. I did not bring in the trunk and bag myself.”

  At this Captain Putnam began to smile.

  “I see the point you are trying to make, Rover. You are trying to prove that you were placed under arrest, so to speak, before you were under our authority here.”

  “Exactly. I will leave it to you, Captain Putnam, if I was really a pupil when Mr. Crabtree hauled me off to the guardroom.”

  At this plain question the face of the owner of the Hall became a study.

  “You make a very fine distinction, Rover,” he answered slowly.

  “Perhaps so, sir; and I do it because I want to begin right here. If I am to be handicapped at the start of my career, what is the use of my trying to make a record for myself?” and Tom looked the master of Putnam Hall full in the face.

  Without a word Captain Putnam held out his hand. “Thomas, you have considerable spirit, but I think your heart is in the right place, and I am willing to try you. Supposing you enroll as a pupil now, and we let bygones be bygones?”

  “With all my heart, sir!” cried Tom, glad to have the whole affair settled so easily.

  “Why, are you going to let the—the young rascal go?” demanded Josiah Crabtree, in amazement.

  “I’m not a rascal, Mr. Crabtree.”

  “Yes, you are!”

  “Mr. Crabtree, I have decided to drop the matter,” put in Captain Putnam, in a tone which admitted of no dispute, and the head assistant fell back abashed. “Rover says he wishes to make a record for himself, and I am inclined to help him. He starts his term free and clear of all charges against him—and his brother whom you have locked up shall do likewise. Kindly call Mr. Strong.”

  “It is a—a most unusual proceeding,” growled the head assistant.

  “Perhaps, but we will talk that matter over at another time.”

  Josiah Crabtree went out; and in a minute George Strong appeared, and Tom was turned over to him, to sign the roll of the academy and to join Sam, Fred, and the others in the class room over which Mr. Strong presided.

  “Hullo, you’re back,” whispered Sam, but no more could be said until recess, when Tom told his story in detail. In the meantime Dick was released.

  “So you met the fellow who stole my watch!” cried the elder brother. “I wish you had got the timepiece.”

  “So do I, Dick.”

  Dick had been captured by Josiah Crabtree just as he was vaulting the iron fence around the guardroom window. The head assistant had locked him up in the apartment Tom had occupied, and there Dick had remained all night.

  “Oh, Crabtree is a terror!” said Dick later on. “I hope Dora Stanhope’s mother never marries him.”

  “I’ll wager neither of you have heard the last of Crabtree, even if we are not in his classes,” remarked Sam. “He will watch for a chance to get even, mark my words.”

  “I don’t doubt it, Sam,” answered Tom. “But let him come on. I intend to do my duty as a cadet, and I am not afraid of him.”

  CHAPTER XI

  A ROW IN THE GYMNASIUM

  For several days matters moved along smoothly with the Rover boys. In that time their chums, Frank Harrington and Larry Colby, arrived, and these, with Fred, made up the “Metropolitan Sextet,” as they called themselves—the sole occupants of dormitory No. 6.

  Next to this dormitory was apartment five, occupied by Dan Baxter, Mumps, and six others of the bully’s cronies. The two apartments were connected by a door, but this was nailed up.

  So far there had been no open rupture between Baxter and Dick, but there was trouble “in the air,” and it was bound to reach a climax sooner or later.

  Fortunately for Dick and his brothers, Captain Putnam had cadet uniforms to fit them, and the three were now dressed in true military style. The other boys had to wait until uniforms could be made for them.

  The first day at Putnam Hall was spent in assigning the newcomers to the various classes, according to their knowledge. On the second day the three Rover boys were placed in the awkward squad, to learn the military drill.

  The squad was presided over by Corporal Mark King, a youth who was cut out to be a soldier, although his father was a sea captain.

  “Now then, line up!” he called out to the newcomers. “All of you will please toe that crack in the floor; now turn out your toes like this, and put your shoulders back, hands with the palms to the front.”

  His instructions were followed to the letter, for all were anxious to learn as fast as possible.

  “Now the first thing to remember is to say nothing, but obey orders promptly,” exclaimed the corporal. “When an order is given the first part is a warning, while the conclusion is the time when that order must be executed. For, instance, I tell you ‘Eyes right!’ I say ‘Eyes,’ and you get ready to move your eyes; I add �
��Right,’ and you instantly turn them to the right, and keep them there. Now we’ll try. Eyes—right! Great smoke! number four, you turned them to the left! Now again: Eyes—right! Good! Eyes—front! That’s first-class. Now: Eyes—left! Eyes—front! That couldn’t be better.”

  And so it went on for an hour, during which the boys learned not alone how to use their eyes, but also to “left face,” “right face,” “front face,” and “about face”—that is, to turn directly to the rear. Then they learned how to mark time “with their feet, starting with the left foot.”

  “Tomorrow you shall learn how to march,” said Corporal King when the drilling was over. “And then each of you will get a gun and go through the manual of arms.”

  “Will we learn how to shoot?” asked Tom. “I can shoot a little already.”

  “We have target practice once a month, and during the annual encampment,” concluded the corporal.

  “I wish that encampment was already at hand!” sighed Sam. He imagined that life under a tent would just suit him.

  As soon as the boys “got the run” of the institution they began to feel at home. They made friends rapidly, especially when it became known that Sam was a fine runner and Tom a capital baseball player. There were several baseball teams in the school, and they frequently played matches on Saturday afternoons.

  The gymnasium pleased Dick as much as it did his younger brothers, and nearly every day, he spent a quarter of an hour or more in the building, using one apparatus or another, for the building was fitted up with rings, parallel bars, wooden horses, pulling machines, and other paraphernalia of athletic usage.

  One afternoon Dick had just begun to use a set of parallel bars when Dan Baxter sauntered in, accompanied by Mumps and two other cronies.

  There were very few cadets in the building at the time, and Baxter came directly to Dick.

  “I guess we can settle that little affair now,” muttered the bully, and slapped Dick on the cheek. “That for interfering with my doing on the boat.”

  Being on the bars, Dick could not ward off the blow, but he immediately sprang down, and with flushed cheeks leaped in front of Baxter.