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Updated: May 15, 2025
"Raise you right hand to your breast, just as all statesmen do. Up with your chin don't drop your left eye close your mouth. Now then, don't budge on your life!" Peleg Snuggers stood like a statue, his chin well up in the air and his eyes set into a steady stare.
"Captain Putnam said he'd send down some carriages," answered Peleg Snuggers. "There they come now," and he pointed to the turnouts. "Pshaw! I wanted to go in the carryall," grumbled Ritter. "So did I," added Gus Coulter. "Well, this is full, so you'll have to take the carriages," answered Peleg Snuggers. "Everybody hold fast!" he shouted, as he took up the reins.
"Why is a lamb without a tail quiet?" asked Fred Century, quickly. "Give it up, Fred. Why?" "Because he has no tale to tell." "Wow!" "What a joke!" "Throw him out!" "Give him some cotton to eat!" "Say, do keep quiet!" pleaded Peleg Snuggers, as the boys in the carryall commenced to push Fred from one seat to another. "Want these hosses to ran away with you?"
Nothing met his view but a garden spade which Peleg Snuggers had been using, and catching this up he ran for Tom as if to lay him low forever. "Caven, none of that! Fight fair!" "He shan't call me a thief!" growled the Irish boy. "I'll show him!" And he aimed a tremendous blow for Tom's head. Had the spade fallen as intended Tom's cranium might have been split in twain.
The utility man drew a slip of paper from his pocket. "Four new boys Richard, Samuel, and Thomas Rover and Frederick Garrison and Corporal Daniel Baxter." "Gracious, the bully is a corporal at the Hall!" came from Sam in so low a tone that Snuggers did not catch it. "The corporal isn't present," said Fred, gazing around absently. "So he isn't. Must have missed the boat.
Snuggers was in the habit of taking many a joke from the scholars, yet he rarely retaliated, contenting himself with the saying that "boys will be boys." "It's Snuggers!" whispered Sam, after a painful pause. "What shall we do?" "Perhaps we can get him to keep quiet," returned Tom, also in a low voice. "He's a pretty good sort." "Do don't trust him," put in Tubbs, in a trembling voice.
It was not until ten o'clock that the three Rover boys left for Cedarville in the big school stage. As was usual, Peleg Snuggers drove the turnout, which was filled to overflowing with cadets. Behind the stage came a big wagon, heavily loaded with trunks and boxes. "Now, young gents, no cutting up," pleaded the general-utility man. "The hosses won't stand it, nowhow!"
"Whom is the message for, if I may ask?" questioned Dick quickly. "For Richard Rover." "That's myself. Let me have it at once." "You are Richard Rover?" queried the operator, and looked at Snuggers, who nodded. "You came here just in time, then." The telegraph operator brought the message forth, and Dick tore it open with a hand that trembled in spite of his efforts to control it.
"Now for some fun!" cried Tom, and ran off for the Indian suit and the face paints. These he took down to the bam and set to work to transform himself into a wild-looking red man. "You're a lively one!" grinned Peleg Snuggers, who stood watching him. "We never had such a lad as you before Master Thomas."
But, mind you, no neglecting lessons for the sake of practicing between now and Thanksgiving!" The pupils promised to neglect nothing, and went off with a hurrah. Soon Peleg Snuggers was on his way to the rival academy with the following answer to the challenge: "PUTNAM HALL, November 19, 189-
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