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He has a fancy for making a volume, or getting some one else to do it, of his favorite ghost stories, 'The Flying Dutchman, 'Peter Rugg, and a few others." On another occasion the record says: "Passed the evening at Longfellow's. As we lifted the latch and entered the hall door, we saw him reading an old book by his study lamp.
"Because," answered Flossie. "Danny Rugg told us to," added Freddle. "He said it was a new kind of faucet." "Now be careful," warned Mr. Tetlow. Often before he had heard pupils say that someone else told them to break certain rules. "Are you sure about this?" he asked. "Yes, sir," said Freddie, eagerly, "Danny told us to do it." "But didn't you know it was forbidden?"
So Arch took lodgings in another part of the city, quite as poor a place, but there no one had the right to grumble at him. Still, because she was some relation to Mat, he gave Grandma Rugg full half of his money, but he never remained inside her doors longer than necessity demanded. In his new lodgings he became acquainted with a middle-aged man who represented himself as a retired army officer.
Rugg died within a twelvemonth, and Peter never reached home, but from all parts of New England came stories of a man and child driving rapidly along the highways, never stopping except to inquire the way to Boston.
This conversation took place in Clennam's bed-room, while he was yet in bed. He now said he would 'go and look up Mr Rugg', from whom his excited state of mind appeared to require another back; and bundling up his papers, and exchanging one more hearty shake of the hand with Clennam, he went at full speed down-stairs, and steamed off. Clennam, of course, resolved to go direct to Mr Casby's.
"Do you think any of them were part of the rough crew who came here with that red-faced captain?" "I think not, father." "I'm afraid they went to Sir Morton Darley; so we must be watchful. Let that other trouble drop now, and be careful for the future. Don't worry me now; Rugg wants to see me about the mining accounts. Keep out of mischief, and don't let me hear any more about young Darley."
I always hated him, and I might have known that associating with him would lead me into trouble. Well, what do you want?" This was to Dummy Rugg, who, like his young master, had escaped without much damage. "Only come to talk to you, Master Mark," said the boy humbly. "Then you can be off. I don't want to talk."
"Danny!" exclaimed his father sternly, "what does this mean?" "We were playing!" stammered Danny. "Playing hide and seek." "And to play that is it necessary to smoke?" Mr. Rugg asked sharply. "We we aren't smoking," answered Danny. "Not now, but you have been. I can smell it plainly. Go into the house, Danny, and these other boys must go home.
"Danny!" exclaimed his father sternly, "what does this mean?" "We were playing!" stammered Danny. "Playing hide and seek." "And to play that is it necessary to smoke?" Mr. Rugg asked sharply. "We we aren't smoking," answered Danny. "Not now, but you have been. I can smell it plainly. Go into the house, Danny, and these other boys must go home.
"Well, I never smoked much. Lots of the fellows smoke more than I do." "That is no excuse. It is a bad habit for a boy. You may go to your room. I will consider your case later." From then on Mr. Rugg did some hard thinking. He began "putting two and two together" as the old saying has it. He remembered the Bobbsey boathouse fire.
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