Barbour Ralph Henry - Four in Camp: A Story of Summer Adventures in the New Hampshire Woods стр 7.

This time Dan did not see Nelson as the latter came along the pier. He was standing near the edge, daring Hethington to go over with his hands clasped under his knees, and knew nothing of his danger until he found himself lifted from his feet. Then he struggled desperately, but Nelson had seized him from behind and his hands found no clutch on his captors wet body. The next instant he was falling over and over in a most undignified and far from scientific attitude. He tried to gather himself together as he struck the water, but the attempt was not a success, and he disappeared in a writhing heap. Like Nelson, he came up choking and gasping, trying his best to put a good face on it, but succeeding so ill that the howls of laughter that had greeted his disappearance burst forth afresh. But, thought Nelson, he was a wonderful chap to take a joke, for, having found his breath, he merely swam quickly to the steps and came up onto the pier looking as undisturbed as you please.

That puts us even again, doesnt it? he said to Nelson.

Nelson nodded.

He kept a watch on Dan the rest of the time, but the latter made no attempt to trouble him again. He profited to some extent by Dr. Smiths instructions, and when the cry of All out! came he believed that to-morrow he would have the courage to try a dive from the crows-nest, as the fellows called the little platform above the pier. He walked up the hill with Bob and Tom.

I dont see why that silly idiot of a Speede wants to be forever trying his fool jokes on me, he said aggrievedly.

Thats just his way, answered Tom soothingly.

Well, its a mighty tiresome way, said Nelson, in disgust.

He has an overdeveloped sense of humor, said Bob Hethington. Its a sort of disease with him, I guess.

Well, I wish hed forget it, Nelson grumbled. Im afraid to sit down on a chair now for fear therell be a pin in it.

Oh, he gets tired after a while, said Bob. He was that way with me for a day after camp began.

What did you do? asked Nelson curiously.

Bob smiled; so did Tom.

I gave him some of his own medicine. I filled his bunk with pine-needles they stick nicely to woolen blankets, you know tied knots in every stitch of clothing he had, and put all his shoes in a pail of water. Hes never bothered me since.

Did he get mad?

Mad? No, you cant get the idiot mad. Carter says he laughed himself to sleep that night Dan, I mean.

I wonder if all the St. Eustace fellows are like him, Nelson mused. If they are, life there must be mighty interesting. Perhaps they have a course of practical joking there.

Dinner was at twelve-thirty, and it was a very hungry set of fellows that dropped themselves onto their stools and attacked the soup, roast beef, potatoes, spinach, beets, apple pie, and cheese. Nelson marveled at first at the quantity of milk his neighbors got away with, but after a day or so he ceased to wonder, drinking his own three or four glasses without difficulty. After dessert the history of the preceding day was read by one of the councilors, while the historian, a very small youth known as Babe, grinned sheepishly and proudly as he listened to his composition. Nelsons hazing was referred to with gusto and summoned laughter, and Babe was loudly applauded when the history was finished and the reader had announced George Fowler.

At one-thirty the bugle blew for siesta, the most trying part of the days program. Every boy was required to go to his bunk and lie down for half an hour with closed eyes and relaxed body. By the middle of the summer custom had enabled most of them to accept this enforced idleness with philosophy, and to even sleep through a portion at least of the terrible half hour, but at present it was suffering unmitigated, and many were the pleas offered to escape siesta. When Nelson approached his bunk he was confronted by a square of brown wrapping-paper on which in black letters, evidently done with a blacking-brush, was the inscription:

He felt his cheeks reddening as the snickers of the watchers reached him. There was no doubt in his mind as to the perpetrator of the insult, for insult it was in his judgment, and his first impulse was to march down the aisle and have it out with Dan there and then. But he only unpinned the sheet, tossed it on the floor, and laid down on his bunk. Presently, when his cheeks had cooled, he raised his head cautiously and looked around. The dormitory was silent. One or two fellows were surreptitiously reading, a few were resolutely trying to obey orders, and the others were restlessly turning and twisting in an agony of inactivity. Mr. Verder was not present, and the dormitory was in charge of Dr. Smith, whose bunk was at the other end. Nelson quietly reached out and secured the obnoxious placard, laying it clean side up between his bed and Bobs and holding it in place with a shoe. Then he found a soft pencil, and, lying on the edge of the bunk, started to work. Bob looked on dispassionately. Nelson wondered if he ever really got interested in anything.

After a while the task was completed. Nelson looked warily down the room. Dr. Smith was apparently asleep. Finding two pins, he crept off the bed and secured the sheet of paper to the rafter where it had hung before. Up and down the dormitory heads were raised and eager eyes were watching him. This time the placard hung with the other side toward the room, and the new inscription read:

Nelson scuttled back to bed. Faint whispers reached him. Then:

Where are you going, Speede? asked the Doctors voice suddenly.

Dan, creeping cautiously up the aisle, paused in his tracks.

I left something up here, sir.

Get it after siesta, then.

Dan went back to bed. The whispers grew, interspersed with chuckles.

Cut that out, fellows, said the Doctor, and silence reigned again. For the next quarter of an hour the score of last autumns football game between Hillton and St. Eustace flaunted itself to the world. The fellows, all save one or two who had really fallen asleep, wondered what would happen after siesta. So did Nelson. He hoped that Dan would make trouble, for it seemed to him then that that insult could only be wiped out with blows; and although Dan was somewhat taller and much heavier than Nelson, the latter fancied he could give a fairly good account of himself. And then the bugle blew, fellows bounded onto the floor, and the ensuing racket more than made up for the half hour of quiet. Dan made at once for the placard. Nelson jumped up and stood under it. Dan stopped a few steps away.

Thats my piece of paper, you know, he said quietly.

Get it, answered Nelson.

Cut it out, you two, said Bob.

Nelson flashed a look of annoyance at the peacemaker.

Dan viewed him mildly. Look here, he said, if youll take that down and tear it up, well call quits.

I dont know, said Nelson. How about Hillton being a bum school? Dan grinned.

You take that down, he said.

I will when you take back what you wrote on the other side.

Dont you do it, Dan, advised a snub-nosed chap named Wells.

You shut up, Wells, said Bob; and Wells, who wasnt popular, was hustled out of the way by the others who had gathered.

Well, aint she pretty bum? asked Dan innocently.

Not too bum to lick you at football, answered Nelson hotly.

Pooh! said Dan. Do you know why? Because they wouldnt let me play.