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Then they turned and cursed him, asking him whom he thought that he was, warned him about the way that the school would take his interference when the school knew, advised him for his own good to drop the matter; Peter was unmoved. Barbour was informed; Jerrard was expelled the school was beaten in the cricket match by an innings. Then the storm broke.
Two days later, as they were eating their lunch beside the famous spring in the north cove of Kennemagon Whittaker stretched himself luxuriously on the gray moss, and said; "Jerrard, it's an earthly paradise! I never had such fishing, never saw such scenery. I want to come here every summer. I'd like to buy a tract here. But that six-mile drive O dear me!
The canoe and duffel went across the carry slung upon a set of wheels. Jerrard rode in the low-backed middle seat of a muddy buck-board. The wheels ran against boulders, grated off with indignant "chuckering" of axle-boxes, hobbled over stumps and plowed through "honey-pots" of mud. "For goodness' sake," gasped Jerrard, holding desperately to the seat, "why don't you get into the road?"
"Well," said the manager, a bit of a smile at the corners of his mouth, "you certainly were not thinking very hard of your own interests when you went into that rabid gang." "I can see that I made a botch of it generally, Mr. Jerrard. I will save you the trouble of requesting my resignation." But as he bowed and turned Jerrard spoke sharply. "Not so fast, young man," he said.
After all, Jerrard was, in all probability, sorry enough ... it was a rotten thing to do he should apologise to them. No, Peter would have none of it, they must 'act; it must be reported to the Head. He would, if necessary, report it himself.
"Jerrard," said the president, gazing after the young man, "your friend isn't an especially pretty frog but I'll bet he can jump more than once his length."
In his new and ebullient spirits he felt that he could hardly wait two weeks for the spectacle Whittaker in the middle seat of a buck-board, on that six-mile carry road. And when the day came, Jerrard, now bronzed, alert and agile walked out over the Poquette Carry, paddled down to Sunkhaze, and received his superior with open arms.
At the close he pondered a while, and said to Jerrard: "According to our friend here, at least five thousand men cross that carry each year, making ten thousand through fares one way. Supplies pressed hay, grain, foodstuffs and all that sort of freight from ten to fifteen thousand tons.
"I never heard of this kind before," ejaculated Jerrard, between bumps, "but the name 'road' ought not to be disgraced in any such fashion. How much of it is there?" "Sax mal'." "Six miles! All like this?" "Aw-w-w some pretty well, some as much bad." "Well, I don't know just what you mean," muttered Jerrard, "but I fear I can imagine."
"These timber-land owners started most of that foolishness," said Jerrard. "But speaking of a man, there's Rodney Parker." "Never heard of him." "He's been with the engineers two years on the Falls cut-off's new work. I can't think of any one else who will suit us as well." "'Tisn't going to take any very wonderful man to build this road," the president snapped, rather impatiently.
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