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Naturally enough, Dreer himself failed to throw light on this matter. Mr. Fernald refused to believe that any boy would deliberately seek the help of another to administer punishment to a third.
"You do acknowledge that, don't you?" asked the man. Dreer nodded almost eagerly. Amy viewed him doubtfully. "Perhaps it would be well for him to state that he considers Brimfield Academy to be, to the best of his knowledge, the finest school in the world." "I I do think so," agreed Dreer sullenly. "I was just fooling."
In such manner was the plot to avenge Penny Durkin's wrongs hatched. Two days later Harmon Dreer, looking for mail in Main Hall, came across a notice from the post office apprising him that there was a registered parcel there which would be delivered to him on presentation of this notice and satisfactory identification.
Dreer would be sure to go to Josh and Penny'd get what-for; and then it would be good-bye, scholarship! Unless " Amy paused thoughtfully. "Unless what?" "Unless he could induce our friend Dreer to 'fess up." "Not likely!" "N-no, not very. Still Well, I'm sorry for old Penny." "Durkin asked me not to say anything about it, Amy." "So you told me?" laughed the other. "He said I might tell you.
Pitcher and baseman ran for the bunt; Hollis was safe, and the sprinting Dreer went to third without even drawing a throw. A long pealing yell rolled over the bleachers. Dale sent coaches to the coaching lines. Hickle, big and formidable, hurried to the plate, swinging a long bat. He swung it as if he intended to knock the ball out of the field.
Dreer suddenly discovered that Amy was between him and the Academy and that he had a detaining hand on his arm. "Can't, I tell you! I'll be late! Besides, there's nothing to settle. I know what I'm talking about. And if Thayer doesn't believe it all he's got to do is to look in the Claflin catalogue. I've got one in my room he can see any time he wants to." "Sure, I know," said Amy soothingly.
He had a bleeding nose and one eye looked far from its best. For his part, Penny, although evidently distressed, showed only a bruised cheek. "Don't go, Dreer," said Mr. Daley. Dreer halted in his elaborately uninterested departure. "Now, then, boys, what does this mean? Don't you know that fighting is barred here?
"I've told him you'd know all about it." Amy turned to Clint impatiently. "Dreer went to Claflin how many years was it? Two, Dreer?" "Yes; that is, one and a half. I left in the Winter." "Of course. Well, don't you see, Clint, he'd ought to know what he's talking about?" "Maybe he ought," replied Clint rudely, "but I don't believe he does. He says Claflin doesn't do that kind of thing.
Clint, peering around, saw Harmon Dreer, and another boy whom he didn't know by sight, climbing the slope toward them. "There's Dreer now," said Clint softly. "And Beaufort," added Penny. "Who's he?" "He lives the other side of the village. His father owned a lot of land around here and made heaps of money selling it off.
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