to retreat, followed by Pud. “You wait!”
“That’s what Pud said,” interjected Nat. “It’s getting tiresome.”
The two bullies hurried off in the direction taken by Glen, leaving Jack, Nat and Will masters of the field.
“I – I’m ever so much obliged to you,” said Will to Jack after a pause.
“That’s all right. Glad I happened along.”
“I – I don’t mind being hazed,” went on the timid lad. “I expected it, but I have a weak heart, and the doctor said a sudden shock would be bad for me. I’m very much afraid of water, and I can’t swim, or I wouldn’t have minded being thrown into the lake. I – I hope you don’t think I’m a coward.”
“Not a bit of it.”
“And I – I hope the fellows won’t make fun of me.”
“They won’t,” said Jack very positively, for, somehow, his heart went out to the queer lad. “If they do, just send them to me. As for Snaith and his crowd, I guess they won’t bother you after this. Say, but you went right up to Glen, all right.”
“I took boxing lessons – once,” went on Will timidly. “I’m not afraid in a fair fight.”
“Glad to hear it, but I fancy they’ll not bother you any more. Do you know Nat Anderson?” and Jack nodded at his chum.
“I’m glad to meet you,” spoke Will, holding out his hand.
“Same here,” responded Nat. “Unified uppercuts! but you went at Glen good and proper!”
“You mustn’t mind Nat’s queer expressions,” said Jack with a smile, as he saw Will looking in rather a puzzled way at Nat. “They were vaccinated in him, and he can’t get rid of them.”
“You get out!” exclaimed Jack’s chum.
“Going anywhere in particular?” asked Jack of Will, as he straightened out a cuff that had become disarranged in the scrimmage.
“No, I guess not.”
“Then come on and take a walk with us.”
The lad appeared to hesitate. Then he said slowly.
“No – no, thank you. I – I don’t believe I will. I think I’ll go back to my room.”
He turned aside and walked away.
Jack and Nat stared after him in silence.
“Well, he certainly is a queer case,” remarked Nat in a low voice. “I don’t know what to make of him.”
“I, either,” admitted Jack. “He showed some spunk when he went at Glen, but now it appears to have oozed away.”
The two chums continued their walk, discussing the recent happening.
“Do you know, I think something is about due to happen, fellows,” announced Fred Kaler that night, when he and some of Jack’s and Nat’s chums were in the latters’ room.
“Why, what’s up, you animated jewsharp?” asked Nat.
“I don’t know, but it’s been so quiet in the sacred precincts of our school lately that it’s about time for something to arrive. Do you know that Socrat and Garlach haven’t spoken to each other this term yet?”
“What’s the trouble now?” asked Jack, for the French and German teachers, with the characteristics of their race, were generally at swords’ points for some reason or other.
“Why, you know their classrooms are next to each other, and one day, the first week of the term, Professor Socrat, in giving the French lesson, touched on history, and gave an instance of where frog-eaters with a small army had downed the troops from der Vaterland. He spoke so loud that Professor Garlach heard him, his German blood boiled over, and since then neither has spoken to the other.”
“Well, that often happens,” remarked Nat.
“Sure,” added Bony Balmore, cracking his finger knuckles by way of practice.
“Yes,” admitted Fred, as he took out his mouth-organ, preparatory to rendering a tune, “but this time it has lasted longer than usual, and it’s about time something was done about it.”
Fred began softly to play “On the Banks of the Wabash Far Away.”
“Cheese it,” advised Nat. “Martin will hear.”
“He’s gone to the village on an errand for the doctor,” said Fred as he continued to play. Then he stopped long enough to remark: “I’d like to hear from our fellow member, Jack Ranger.”
“That’s it,” exclaimed Sam Chalmers. “I wonder Jack hasn’t suggested something before this.”
“Say!” exclaimed Jack, “have I got to do everything around this school? Why don’t some of the rest of you think up something? I haven’t any monopoly.”
“No, but you’ve got the nerve,” said Bony. “Say, Jack, can’t you think of some scheme for getting Garlach and Socrat to speak? Once they are on talking terms we can have some fun.”
Jack seemed lost in thought. Then he began to pace the room.
“Our noble leader has his thinking apparatus in working order,” announced Nat.
“Hum!” mused Jack. “You say the trouble occurred over something in history, eh?”
“Sure,” replied Fred.
“Then I guess I’ve got it!” cried Jack. “Wait a minute, now, until I work out all the details.”
He sat down to the table, took out pencil and paper, and began to write. The others watched him interestedly.
“Here we are!” Jack cried at length. “Now to carry out the scheme and bring about a German-French alliance!”
“What are you going to do?” asked Nat.
“Here are two notes,” said Jack, holding aloft two envelopes.
“We’ll take your word for it,” remarked Bob Movel.
“One is addressed to Professor Garlach,” went on Jack, “and in it he is advised that if he proceeds in the proper manner he can obtain information of a certain incident in history, not generally known, but in which is related how Frederic II, with a small squad of Germans, put a whole army of French to flight. It is even more wonderful than the incident which Professor Socrat related to his class, and if he speaks loudly enough in the classroom, Professor Socrat can’t help but hear it.”
“What are you going to do with the note?” asked Fred.
“Send it to Garlach.”
“And then?”
“Ah, yes – then,” said Jack. “Well, what will happen next will surprise some folks, I think. The information which Garlach will be sure to want to obtain can only be had by going
