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Updated: June 5, 2025
The blaze was now fast reaching the roof of the shack. Blazing little flakes of fire were soaring up toward the sky. "We can't save the shack. We can't get water fast enough!" Prescott called. "We must try to wet down the roof of the cabin, to keep it from getting afire." Fred Ripley and Bert Dodge now appeared to be thoroughly frightened.
Ripley had ordered his son to make the long journey on foot over the hills to the railway station. Only enough money had been handed the young man to buy his railway ticket home. The dress suit case had been added in order to make his progress more difficult. "A young man who cannot treat the aged with proper respect must be dealt with severely," said Lawyer Ripley to his son.
"It ought to have been a whitewash against a small-fry crowd like Brayton," Coach Luce confided to Captain Purcell. "What was our weak spot, Coach?" "Have you an opinion, Captain?" asked the coach. "Yes, but I'm afraid I'm wrong." "What is your idea?" "Why, it seemed to me, Mr. Luce, that Ripley went stiff at just the wrong times.
Miss Verner was at home. She started, and the colour rose to her cheeks when Captain Ripley was announced. She put out her hand, and did not with draw it, for Pearce forgot to let it go. "Are you really a captain already?" she asked. "Yes; that is, a commander.
She wonderingly watched her until she was through, and then with some misgiving, clambered among the clothes, and the mother tucked her up, though the night was so warm they needed little covering. Mrs. Ripley felt that she ought to tell the dusky child about her heavenly Father, and to teach her to pray.
"We are all a little wild here with numberless projects of social reform. Not a reading man but has a draft of a new community in his waistcoat pocket. I am gently mad myself, and am resolved to live cleanly. George Ripley is talking up a colony of agriculturists and scholars, with whom he threatens to take the field and the book.
Harry at once assumed to be the person of most importance in the house, and though he was laughing and talking with every one, Alice discovered that he was constantly watching her and Captain Ripley whenever they spoke. Captain Ripley had to return on board. He never slept out of his ship if he could avoid it.
"You go in first, Dick," urged Tom Reade. "It was you who got the invite, anyway," hinted Greg Holmes. Laughing quietly Dick turned the knob of the door. He went in bravely enough, but some of his chums followed rather sheepishly. Fred Ripley, who had dropped in five minutes before, saw them at once, and scowled. "'Ware freshmen!" he called, rather loudly.
By the time the cheering had ceased, Fred Ripley, also in uniform, strolled out and walked toward the sub bench. A hiss greeted Ripley. It was not loud, nor insistent, and presently died out. But Fred went as white as a sheet, then, with eyes cast downward, he dropped to his seat at the end of the sub bench. His chest heaved, for the greeting had unnerved him.
"I'll raise the money all right," drawled Ripley, with an important air, as he passed up three five dollar bills. "Give me a receipt for this, please." "You've money enough there to pay it all," said the auctioneer. "Yes; but I may bid on something else," Fred replied. "Good luck to you," laughed the auctioneer.
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