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"I I can't," mumbled the bully, and now it was seen that two of his front teeth were loose. He stared around in a helpless fashion. Paxton put some more water on his face. "Has he had enough?" demanded Jack, stepping up. "You go away," answered Coulter, surlily. "You wouldn't hit him when he's down, would you?" snapped Paxton. "I asked you if he had enough. If he has, I'm going for a sail."
In twenty minutes he was brought back to hear their decision. "Yes, they would accept him as a chosen vessel to bear the grace of God abroad among the people. They would educate him without expense to himself. He might begin his college career at once." In the ordinary course, Jim would have set to work with a tutor in Links to prepare himself to enter Coulter College at the next term.
The spirit of military subordination is not favorable to retort, nor even to deprecation. At this moment a young officer of artillery came riding slowly up the road attended by his bugler. It was Captain Coulter. He could not have been more than twenty-three years of age. He was of medium height, but very slender and lithe, and sat his horse with something of the air of a civilian.
On one occasion, when he and a companion were trapping along the Madison Fork of the Missouri River, they were surprised by a company of Blackfeet Indians who killed his friend but spared his life for the time being. After the Indians had consulted for some time in regard to what should be done with Coulter, the chief asked him if he could run fast. Coulter replied that he could not.
"Let us sneak to the woods before they arrive and roll the barrels down to the lake!" "I'll do it," answered Reff Ritter. "Anything to put a damper on that celebration." "Well, water will dampen the tar-barrels," added Coulter, grimly. Pepper was so full of high spirits that at the supper table he could not resist the temptation to play a joke.
Now, I don't dispute the roaring of sterns in season. But, me, if you or any other man shall make Tom Cringle's stern roar, out of season, on compulsion. I wrote STEM, the cutwater of the ship, the coulter as it were the head of her, not the tail, as the devil would have it.
The two culprits started, and Coulter turned pale. "Why, I er " stammered Gus. "I that is " He did not know how to proceed. He did not dare deny his guilt, not knowing but what the assistant teacher might have seen him and his crony light the tar-barrels. "Well, if you er want to know the truth, Captain Putnam, we er started the fire," stammered Reff Ritter. "But it was an accident."
One day in late September as I was plowing in the field at the back of the farm, I encountered a particularly troublesome thicket of weeds and vines in the stubble, and decided to burn the way before the coulter. We had been doing this ever since the frost had killed the vegetation but always on lands after they had been safeguarded by strips of plowing.
We learned later that the captain was one of those persons whom music frenzies, and from that time on we did not even permit ourselves the consolation of whistling a favorite air. Of all the restless men in the fo'castle, Coulter most keenly watched one John Hoak, a gigantic seaman from Liverpool, in whom he instinctively recognized a potential ringleader of mutiny.
He became at once an inmate of Coulter, a special protégé of the president's, admitted really as a member of the latter's family, and bound by many rules and promises. In preparation for his formal entry he was required to devote six hours a day to study, and those who knew him of old had given the president a hint to exact from Jim his "wurd as a mahn" that he would do his daily task.
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