Chapter 1 EXPELLING A PUPIL

"What are you looking so glum about this morning, Stumpy?" asked Ned Wilding as he greeted his chum, Fenn Masterson, otherwise known as "Stumpy" because of his short, stout figure. "Haven't you got your lessons, or are you going to be expelled?"

"I'm not to be expelled but some one else is, Ned."

"What's that? Some one going to be expelled?" asked Bart Keene, coming up in time to hear what Fenn said.

"John Newton is," replied Stumpy.

"What's that got to do with you?" asked Bart, for, as had Ned, he noticed that Fenn looked worried.

"It might have something to do with me if John-"

Just then the bell of the Darewell High School began to ring, and, as it was the final summons to classes the three boys and several other pupils hurried into the building. On the way up the stairs Ned Wilding was joined by a tall youth with dark hair and eyes.

"What's this I hear about John Newton?" asked the tall lad.

"Hello, Frank! Why Stumpy says John's got to leave the school, but it's the first I heard about it."

"Are they going to expel him this morning?"

"Seems so. We'll soon know."

A little later several hundred boys and girls were gathered in the auditorium of the school for the usual morning exercises. When they were over the principal, Professor McCloud, came to the edge of the platform.

"I have a very unpleasant duty to perform," he began.

Most of the boys and girls knew what was coming. The principal never prefaced his remarks that way unless he had to expel a pupil. Ned and Bart looked over toward where Fenn sat. They wanted to see if there was any reason for Stumpy's seeming apprehension.

"John Newton!" called Professor McCloud, and a tall youth, with eyes that squinted slightly, left his seat and shambled forward.

"It's coming now," whispered Fenn, and Frank Roscoe, who was sitting beside him, looked at his chum and wondered.

"Any one would think it was you who had to face the music," declared Frank.

By this time John Newton was standing in front of the raised platform on which the principal and teachers sat during the morning exercises. He did not seem to mind the humility or disgrace of his position. He turned half around and looked toward Fenn.

"If he says anything-" began Stumpy, whispering to himself, but he did not finish the sentence for Professor McCloud was speaking.

"John Newton," the principal said, "I am deeply grieved that I have to do this. It is very painful." It was the same speech the pupils had heard before. The principal always used it, with such slight variations as might be necessary. "You have been dilatory in your studies. You have been insubordinate. You have played mean tricks. You have refused to mend your ways."

The principal took a long breath. He always did at this particular point in his painful duty. But this time there was a variation from the usual scene. John Newton stepped forward and addressed the principal. It was a thing unheard of in the Darewell school.

"Professor McCloud," said John, "I want to say that while I'm partly to blame in this matter, Fenn Mas-"

"That will do! That will do!" interrupted Mr. McCloud so sharply that John started. A number of the pupils turned in their seats to gaze at Stumpy, who looked painfully self-conscious.

"There's something in the wind," whispered Ned to Bart.

"I'm not going to take all the blame," persisted John, ignoring the principal's command to remain silent. "Fenn Mast-"

"I said that would do," and Mr. McCloud spoke so decisively that John remained silent. "I know what you would say," the professor went on. "I have looked into that matter thoroughly. No one is to blame but yourself, and your effort to shift the punishment to some other boy does not do you any good. You should not have attempted to mention any pupil's name. I will not refer to it again, except to say that no one is involved but yourself. I am fully satisfied on this point."

Frank noticed that Fenn seemed much relieved at the professor's announcement, and he wondered what connection there could have been between his chum and John Newton.

"You have been given several opportunities to reform," the principal went on, "but you have refused to profit by them. You are a dangerous element to have in this school. Therefore, we return you to your friends," and, with a wave of his glasses toward the door to emphasize his remark, the principal indicated that John Newton might go. That ended it. John was expelled.

The pupils went to their various classes, and, though there was considerable whispering back and forth during the morning session as to what caused John's expulsion, and what his reference to Fenn might mean, there was no chance to discuss the matter until the noon recess. Then questions and answers flew thick and fast.

"Now Fenn, tell us all about it," said Ned Wilding when he and the two other boys who had remarked Stumpy's apprehension, were gathered in the basement where lunches were usually eaten. "What was John driving at? What were you afraid of?"

"Didn't you hear Professor McCloud say it was all ended and he was satisfied I had no hand in it?"

"Yes, but that doesn't satisfy us," said Bart. "We want the whole story."

"There isn't much to it," Fenn declared. "You must promise not to repeat it."

"We'll promise but I guess John will tell it all over town," said Frank.

"You know John and I used to be pretty friendly," Fenn began, getting his chums off into a corner. "He lives near me and I used to go fishing with him once in a while. But he got down on me because I wouldn't lend him my best reel one day, though for a while I didn't know he wasn't friendly.

"He's always playing some kind of tricks in school, but most of 'em aren't any worse than those we get up. But this last one was the limit."

"What was it?" asked Ned.

"He'd been reading some book on India, and how they catch tigers by smearing bird-lime on the leaves near the water-hole. He made some of the lime. I helped him. Got some of the stuff from the laboratory. Then he put it all over the papers in Mr. McCloud's desk, one night after school, and they got so fastened together they couldn't be separated."

"You don't mean to say you helped him do that?" asked Frank.

"Who said I did? I only helped make the bird-lime. He told me we could catch rabbits with it. I didn't know what he was up to or I wouldn't have done that much. When he learned he was discovered, for he left his knife in the desk, he said he was going to make me take part of the blame for helping him make the lime. That's what I was afraid of this morning, when I heard he was going to be expelled."

"He did try to give you away," interrupted Bart.

"Yes, rather mean, too. But it seems Mr. McCloud had been investigating, though I didn't know it. He must have found out that I didn't have any hand in putting the stuff in the desk, even if I did help John make it."

"Lucky for you that he did," commented Ned. "Do you think John will try to do anything more to make trouble for you?"

"I hope not," Fenn replied.

"He was always up to tricks," commented Frank. "Once he daubed tar on the bottoms of his shoes and walked through the classroom, leaving black marks all over. He pasted paper caps on the pestle when the chemistry class was going to recite and Professor Long thought the powder he was mixing went off at the wrong time."

"Yes, and do you remember the time he whistled like a bird in school," put in Ned, "and made the teacher believe a canary was loose somewhere. My, but he can whistle!" he went on. "He can do as well as some of the fellows on the stage. I'm sorry he got expelled, but I'm glad you're out of it, Stumpy."

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Contents

Chapter 1 EXPELLING A PUPIL

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