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As he went he cast a look at Dick that was full of sympathy, though the submaster, who was a very decent man and teacher, did not by any means intend to foster mutiny in the heart of a High School boy. But Mr. Drake knew that Mr. Cantwell was not fitted either to command respect or to enforce discipline in the High School. When Mr.
Luce was anything but mortified. A gleam of exultation lit up his eyes as he swung the bat exultantly over his head. In a swift outburst of old college enthusiasm he forgot most of his dignity as a submaster. "Wow!" yelled the coach. "That was a bird! A lulu-cooler and a scalp-taker! Ripley, I reckon you're the new cop that runs the beat!"
"I -I -er -I didn't make the meeting yesterday afternoon, but I guess you might put my name down for the squad." "Isn't this a bit late, Bayliss?" asked the submaster, eyeing the youth keenly. "Perhaps, a bit," assented the confident young man. "However " "At its meeting, last night, Mr. Bayliss, the Athletics Committee of the Alumni Association advised me to consider the squad list closed."
Why don't you start " "My place, Captain Prescott, is with the team I'm coaching," replied the submaster. "And I think the signs are that we're going to need all the pairs of fists that we have, and, more, too." The baggage wagon came to the door. Dick, Dave and Tom coolly loaded the baggage on. The wagon started off at good speed. Then the two stages drove up to the door.
In the basement was a barrel of sand that was used for sanding the icy sidewalk in winter. As soon as Dick had run upstairs with the bread he went below, got a few handfuls of sand and fixed the sidewalk. At recess Dick noticed just enough about his wrist to make him speak about it to Submaster Luce. "Let me see it," demanded coach. "Hm!" he muttered.
"Why," replied the submaster, looking puzzled, "the youngsters in the lower schools have their needs provided for, in some way, in their own school buildings." "True," agreed Dick. "But what of the small army of clerks and factory employees of Gridley? Aren't they citizens, even if they haven't the time to attend High School?
"The first time any fellow did that you'd drop him from the team. And the fellows know it. I haven't noticed the young men attempting to frisk you any." "One did." "I know whom you mean," replied the submaster, his brow clouding. "But he got out of the team, didn't he?" "Yes; but I didn't put him out." "You would have put him off the team if it had been left for you to do it."
Prescott," directed Submaster Morton, "define the principle of suspense, as employed in writing." Dick started, looked bewildered, then rose. "It's -it's " he began. "A little more rapidly, if you please." "I studied it last night, sir, but I'm afraid I've clean forgotten all about that principle," Dick confessed.
Submaster Morton and Luce, bearing the excitement, came up from class rooms on the ground floor. They entered by the same door through which Bristow had left. Over on the other side of the room, fearing that a violent riot was about to start, some of the girls began to scream. The women teachers present hurried among the girls, quieting them by reassuring words. "Now, young gentlemen," called Mr.
Drake, the only submaster in the room at the time, was pushing his way forward. "Calmly, boys, calmly," called Drake. "Don't do anything you'll be sorry for afterwards." But those who were more hot headed were still pressing forward. It looked as though they were trying to get close enough to lay hands on the now trembling principal. Under the circumstances, Mr.
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