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Updated: July 28, 2025
William Philander Tubbs sat on a small packing case which had not, as yet, been fed to the flames. He was, as usual, faultlessly attired, even down to his spats. Passing the word to those who had charge of the carriage and who were doing their best to get some fun out of old Filbury, Tom and Sam and their chums worked their way to a position behind William Philander.
"Look here, do you accuse me of stealing your letters?" demanded Flockley, rising as if in anger. "No; but we want to know where they are," answered Tom. "I told you what I did with them. I wouldn't have touched the letters, only Filbury asked me to do the favor. If they are not on the table maybe the wind swept them to the floor. Did you look?" "No." "Then you had better."
"Flockley, what did you do with those letters you got from Filbury for us?" demanded Dick, striding into the room. "Letters?" asked the dude carelessly. "Oh, I put them on the table in Tom and Sam's room." "When?" "This morning." "They weren't there after dinner," said Sam. "Nor after supper, either," added Tom.
They discussed the question of his schooling with the utmost care, and at the age of fifteen sent "little Joseph", as they still affectionately called him, to the care of the Rev. James Filbury, who kept a small but exceedingly expensive school upon the banks of the River Thames.
Hurrah!" came a sudden yell, and from one of the distant barns rushed half a dozen students, dragging behind them a buggy. On the seat, wearing an exceedingly tight jockey jacket, and likewise a jockey cap, sat old man Filbury, the general caretaker of the dormitories. "Hurrah! Here the conquering hero comes!" "It's a race a race for a thousand dollars!" "I'll bet on Filbury, every time!"
"Now, see here, gents, I don't like this at all. You lemme out o' this here kerridge," wailed the old man-of-all-work. "I ain't doin' none o' this celebratin'. I got some work to do. You let me go." "Oh, we couldn't think of it, Filbury," cried Stanley, who was one of the students at the shafts of the carriage. "Now then, boys, together!" And along the turnout rattled, past the various bonfires.
"I tell you, I ain't a-goin' to make no speech," wailed old Filbury. "I've got work to do. You lemme go." "Sam," whispered Tom, catching his brother, by the arm, "what's the matter with giving William Philander a ride with old Filbury?" "Just the cheese, Tom!" returned the young Rover. "But how can we do it?" The matter was talked over for a short minute, and Spud and Bob were called in to aid.
And then, as two wheels of the turnout went over a big stone, he clutched old Filbury wildly by the shoulder. Then the carriage struck another stone, and both occupants held fast for dear life. Three times the turnout, with its terrified occupants, circled the campus. All the while William Philander and old Filbury were yelling wildly for their tormentors to stop.
At first they thought they would notify the authorities about what they had learned, but finally concluded that this would do no good. Too much time had elapsed since the automobile had stopped at the old farmhouse. Arriving at the college, they turned the carriage over to Abner Filbury, explaining about the axle and offering to pay for the damage done.
Old Filbury was the first to reappear, and as he stood up in water and mud that reached his waist, he shook his fist at his tormentors. "You'll pay for this!" he cried. "I'll fix yer! I'll have yer all sent home, you'll see if I don't!" In the meantime, William Philander had also struggled to his feet. He had lost his cap, and on the top of his head rested a mass of grass and mud.
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