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Updated: May 16, 2025
Right heartily did the good-natured French master tug away at the bully's ears till they were red to the very roots. He knew that he himself was doing what in spirit was prohibited, for no master was allowed to strike or punish a boy. He might have argued that pulling the ears was not striking, and that punishing meant flogging or caning.
The blood spurted, the head fell back between the bully's shoulders, his grasp on his pistol loosened, and he sank to his knees. For a moment the crowd was stunned by the lightning quickness of it all. It was the first blow ever struck in that country with a piece of wood in the name of the law.
And the others agreed to treat Dan Baxter in the same manner. But the boys were not so considerate, and Tom laughed outright when he caught sight of Baxter swabbing up some dirt on the rear deck. This made the bully's passion arise on the instant and he caught up his bucket as if to throw it at Tom's head. "Don't you dare, Baxter!" cried Tom. "If you do we'll have a red-hot war."
"I think," said Wilbur impetuously, "that a bully's just about the worst ever." "I do, too," joined in Fred. "Well, you'll have a chance to put down a lot of bullying. You look surprised, eh? You don't see what bullying has to do with forestry? It has, a great deal, and I'll show you how. I suppose you know that a forest is a good deal like a school?"
Then he gave a generous plaster of the stuff to the bully's face, and chuckled as he went away: "They say that mud is a sure cure for a lot of things, Merritt, and maybe it will cure you of trying to haze a fellow unawares. Think it over. Thinking won't hurt you, anyhow. You don't do enough to injure you."
Molick did, but he was defeated, and then, as his son Len dared not return to the vicinity on account of the fire indictment, there came an unexpected turn to affairs. "I hear Molick wants to sell out," said Pocus Pete, coming to the Bar U ranch house a few days after the defeat of the bully's father. "And he'll sell out cheap, too." "Will he?" asked Mr. Bellmore.
Don't see no signs of tillin'. He ain't fencin', nor goin' to fence, as near as I can find out." "Cattle?" "No. Nor horses." "Hogs, then?" "No." "Damn it! maybe it's sheep!" and the red flush rose in the bully's dark cheeks. "Don't think so. Seems like he's after somethin', but what it is I can't make out."
"You startled me, Ercole. I did not hear you coming." And now something in the bully's face heightened the alarm in Gonzaga. He still made an effort at self-control, as planting himself between Ercole and the table, so as to screen the tell-tale shaft, he asked him what he sought there.
"I'm a gentleman, and I can whip Rover with ease, and do it fairly, too!" While he was speaking Larry Colby had come up behind him. Ere Baxter could stop the movement, Larry pushed his hand into one of the bully's pockets and turned it out. A jagged stone as big as a walnut dropped to the ground. "There, see that!" cried Larry. "For shame, Baxter!"
The child was so especially terrified by one rough boy that he could never raise his eyes to the bully's face, but knew him unmistakably by his shoe buckles. There was some happiness for Cowper at his next school, the Westminster School, and also during the twelve succeeding years, when he studied law; but the short respite was followed by the gloom of madness.
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