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"You might have spoken about them, Flockley," said Dick coldly. "Any other student would have done so." "Or you could have handed us the letters at lunch," added Sam. "I am not your hired man!" cried Dudd Flockley. "Next time I'll not touch the letters at all!" And then he dropped back into his chair and pretended to read again. "If we don't find the letters you'll hear from us again," said Dick.
Flockley and Koswell glared darkly, while as they passed, Larkspur put out his foot to trip Sam up. But Sam was on guard, and instead of stumbling he stepped on the fellow's ankle, something that caused Larkspur to utter a gasp of pain. "What did you do that for?" he demanded savagely.
Larkspur was poor and Dick had heard that he was used by Flockley, Koswell and others to do all sorts of odd jobs, for which the richer lads paid him well. "Stop that, you!" cried the oldest Rover, and then, rushing to the door, he flung it open and gave a shove to what was beyond.
"Not so much fun when you are hazed yourself, is it?" asked Sam coolly. "We'll give it to 'em yet," put in Bart Larkspur. "Lots of time between now and the closing of the term." And then he and Koswell ran off to join Dudd Flockley. The three went to their rooms and cleaned up as best they could, and then took a walk down the road in the direction of Rushville.
"We'll leave when we please," muttered Dudd Flockley. "So we will," added Jerry Koswell. On the instant Dick looked at his brothers, and the three advanced on the two dudish-looking young men. "You do as the young lady says," said Dick in a cold, hard voice. "I don't know you, but you are not wanted here, and that is enough. Go!" And he pointed to the door. "See here " blustered Flockley.
He stopped short and pulled his crony by the arm, and Jerry Koswell likewise stared at Dick and Sam. "You here?" demanded Flockley, coming closer and scowling at the youths on the fence. "We are," answered Dick briefly. "Freshmen?" "Yes." "Humph!" And Flockley put as much of a sneer as possible in the exclamation. "How did you get here?" asked Koswell.
Let me see. Yes, I got them, and one for Mr. Flockley, too. I gave him all the letters. He said he'd hand 'em to you." And apparently satisfied, Filbury resumed his work on the light. "When was this?" demanded Sam. "About eleven o'clock. I hope it's all right. I would have delivered the letters myself, only I had a lot of work to do."
We were on the train, but there was a little accident and we were in a hurry to get to Ashton, so we got off and walked up this road, thinking we could hire somebody to drive us to Brill College." "Oh, do you go to Brill?" And the girl's eyes opened widely. "We don't go yet, but we are going." "Then then you'll meet Mr. Flockley and Mr. Koswell again." "What, are they students there?" cried Tom.
"Hurrah for Tom Rover!" was the cry from Stanley, and the cheer was taken up on all sides. Jerry Koswell sneaked away as soon as he could, and Flockley and Larkspur followed him. "He'll have it in for you, Tom," said Sam as he and his brothers got away from the crowd. "Most likely he is mad enough to do anything." "Oh, he was mad before," declared Tom. "I am not afraid of him."
Word was sent to this man, and later he wrote that Parwick had once worked for him, but had been discharged for drunkenness and because he was not honest. The interview between Doctor Wallington and Flockley was a most affecting one. The dudish student broke down utterly, and confessed all.
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