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"Presidents don't do that, but the police of the club. I preside." "The sentinel is the police, and that is Juggie, but he is not here now; he went home a moment ago. Then, of course, his assistant must do it;" and he here turned toward Pip. "Yes, Pip," said boy after boy. Poor, trembling Pip! Didn't he wish he had been born in the previous century!
Pin-wheels, candles, and the other attraction were pronounced a success, though their discharge was hastened on account of the thickening rain. The boys separated, tired and sleepy, sorry to part with the Fourth, and yet secretly glad that there was such a thing as "bed." "Whar's Charlie," asked Juggie, as the boys separated. No one knew.
Charlie, Juggie, and Tony were now the only ones left, and they looked at one another sorrowfully. "Charlie! Come!" It was Aunt Stanshy calling. Tony and Juggie now moved off, and Charlie went into the house with a heavy heart. "What is the matter, Charles Pitt Macomber?" "Club has broken up," and Charlie's lips quivered. "Mad?" Charlie did not speak, but moved his head up and down like a saw.
He pointed toward the column, whose advance Juggie was enthusiastically stimulating by loud and prolonged blasts on the fish-horn. "Boys, let's go for 'em," said one of the down-townies. Raising the war-whoop of the down-townies, which was a savage, senseless yell, and lacking the fine martial tones of the up-townies' battle-cry, the enemy made their charge.
Sid Waters stepped, or leaped rather, from the "chariot" and ran toward the barn. Away went the "colors" in the hands of Juggie, almost capsizing him, as the tall standard swayed violently. Away went Wort, and away went Tony. Away rattled the go-cart, Billy and Pip making excellent time as they dragged it along. An engine rushing to a fire could not have gone much faster.
I guess they will stand it," said Aunt Stanshy, as she reached the lower floor and caught a glimpse of the fodder-box. It was the British spy, whose stout pedestals were sticking out, and he only needed to be once more seized and dragged forward by Juggie and the other "continentals" to give proof of his vigorous, embalmed condition. "Sakes, boy!" said Aunt Stanshy.
"Give us a hand, Bob," he gasped. Charlie did not stay to see any further developments, but pushed for the shore, safely reaching it, and then made his way to the fence, climbing it and gaining the wood-lot. In the meantime, the other members of the club had halted and were consulting together. It was Juggie who arrested their flight. "It is too bad," he said, "to leave Charlie."
Will you, Juggie?" "Yes," replied that man of war, Jugurtha Bonaparte Jones. "Billy's got nothing," said Juggie. "So he hasn't," said Gov. Grimes. "We ought to have a secretary, to put up notices and soon." "Billy shall be that," declared the president. As Billy was backward in his studies and could not write, his office promised to be one of great honor and no duties.
"We we don't meet," said Charlie, mournfully. Juggie was there, also, calling on a once brother knight, and he, too, looked sad. "Now I have an idea," said the teacher. "You know I like a good time as well as any body, but I think if we have clubs, it is a good idea to make them as useful as possible.
Sid and Charlie now appeared as continentals, supposed to be armed with guns, and were helping Juggie, when the cry was raised, "The British army is coming!" At the head of the stairs appeared Wort Wentworth, his head decorated with a red paper helmet, and carrying on his body various insignia of war. He now made a fierce charge across the floor.
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