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"All aboard, everybody!" sang out Tom, and gave the carriage a shove from behind. Before the dudish student could attempt to leap to the ground, the turnout was once more in motion and dashing along the campus roadway as fast as the students could pull and push it. "Them boys is plumb crazy!" gasped old Filbury. "Oh, I never! We shall certainly be hurt," wailed William Philander.
When they reached Brill they located the man they were after fixing a light in one of the halls. "Where are those letters you got for us this morning, Filbury?" asked Dick sternly. "Letters?" asked the old man, who was rather absent minded. "I don't remember no letters, Mr. Rover." "I mean the three letters which Parks of Hope Seminary gave you for me and my brothers." "Oh, them. I remember now.
Filbury had been the tutor and was still the friend of the Duke of Buxton, the sometime form-master of the present Bishop of Lewes and the cousin of the late Joshua Lambkin of Oxford. Little Joseph's entry into college life abundantly fulfilled the expectations held of him.
Filbury assured his father that he had the very highest hopes of his career at the University. "Joseph," he wrote, "is a fine, highly tempered spirit, one to whom continual application is difficult, but who is capable of high flights of imagination not often reached by our sturdy English boyhood.... I regret that I cannot see my way to reducing the charge for meat at breakfast.
He came out of the water spluttering and shaking himself. "I won't stand this! I'll have you all arrested!" he gasped. "It was an accident," came from one of the students. "It was not! It was done on purpose!" "Sure! it was done a purpose!" roared old Filbury. "I never seen such goin's on in my life!" "Never mind, you needed a bath, Filbury," shouted one student. And at this there was a laugh.
"I trust your, father is speedily found and that nothing serious has happened to him. Yes, you may go, and remain as long as is necessary. When he is found, let me know." "Thank you, sir," said Dick, and after a few words more he hurried off. Then he and his brothers got an early breakfast, and had Abner Filbury drive them to the Ashton depot. Only a handful of students saw them depart.
Filbury stormed around a little, and so did William Philander, but, to their credit be it said, both were "sports" enough not to take their complaints to the college management. All good times must come to an end, and by midnight the bonfires had burned themselves out, and, one by one, the students retired. The carriage was righted and taken back to the place where it belonged.
"I know it. They are always out for carrying a joke to the limit. I suppose they had it in for old Filbury, and they must have had it in for Tubbs, too." "I wonder if either of them will make a kick over the way they have been treated," put in Bob. It may be stated here, that, in the end, nothing came of the incident.
But now, a long rope had been hitched fast to the front axle, and fully two dozen students had hold of this, fresh ones continually taking the places of those who became tired out. As it was, Sam and Tom went around twice, and then fell out to rest. "Say, Washer," said a student named Lamar to his close chum, "here's a chance to square up with old Filbury for the way he treated us."
Then the crowd scattered, and a moment later the turnout, with a twist, struck the water and went over sideways, plunging old Filbury and William Philander into the stream. "My, what a dive!" "Everybody to the rescue!" "Somebody get some life-preservers!" So the cries arose as the students ran from every direction and lined the bank of the river, which, at this point, was but a few feet deep.
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