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Chapter 19. Not A Love Feast |
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_ CHAPTER XIX. NOT A LOVE FEAST At the same instant that Dick and his friends, all utterly astounded, peered into the cabin from the doorway, Fred Ripley felt the draught and looked around. "Hullo!" shouted Fred gleefully. "Here are the other babies!" "What are you fellows trying to do here?" demanded Dick sternly, as he strode into the cabin. "Minding our business, booby!" leered Fred. "You've no right here. Get out!" Dick ordered. All of the intruding feasters were now regarding Prescott mockingly. But perhaps Hen Dutcher, who was seated on the furthest side of the table from the door, was most pleased of all. "Now, you want to shut your mouth, Dick Prescott, and keep it shut," advised Hen. "You're not running this show, and you'll find it out mighty soon if you don't keep your tongue behind your teeth." "My, how brave you've grown, Hen!" remarked Dick scornfully. "You were taken in and looked after, and now you've brought this gang of hoodlums down on us." "Be careful there, small boy!" warned Fred Ripley, flushing. "As for you, Ripley," Dick went on, "wouldn't your father be proud to find you with a crowd like this, and stealing food that belongs to other people?" "See here, you little rat," snarled Fred inelegantly, as he leaped up, kicking his chair over and striding toward the Prescott group, "you want to keep your tongue under control, or you're going to be sorry that you didn't." "Let's take the kid down to the spring, break the ice and give his head a soaking in the spring water," proposed Bert Dodge, rising, too, and coming forward. "Hurrah!" cheered Hen. "That's the stuff. Not a bit too good, either, for a chump like Dick Prescott!" But Dick wouldn't pay any heed to this renegade Grammar School boy who had gone back on his own mates. "And where are the two friends we left here?" demanded Dick, undismayed by the advance of Fred Ripley and Bert Dodge. Tom and Dave drew a little closer to their chum, while Harry Hazelton flanked Dave. "What do we know about your friends?" sneered Ripley. "What do we know about any of your cheap crowd?" "And what do you imagine we care about them, either?" demanded Dodge. "Are you fellows going to get out of here?" Dick demanded. "When we get good and ready," retorted Fred, grinning. "That may be to-morrow or the next day." "I suppose," Dick went on angrily, "you think you have a perfect right to stay here and to go on stealing our food?" "You call me a thief, do you?" flared Fred. "Do you consider yourself any better?" Dick asked. He was at white heat, fighting mad, and cared little what he said to these rowdyish intruders. "Grab 'em, fellows!" ordered Fred, making a leap at Dick, while the other intruders rose from their places at table. But Dick's right fist landed on Ripley's face, leaving a big, red mark there, while Dave's ready foot tripped the bully, sending him to the floor. Ripley was on his feet again in a twinkling. "Get back, Ripley!" ordered Dick, making a dash at him. "See here, you rowdy, I'm smaller than you are, but I'm willing to go outdoors with you and see if I can't teach you some manners." "And I'll take pleasure in introducing myself to Bert Dodge at the same time," announced Darrin, his eyes flashing. "I'll do my best with any other tough who'll oblige me," added Tom Reade. "Bullies, toughs, rowdies, are we?" raged Fred Ripley, on his guard, though just prudent enough to keep out of reach of Dick's fists. There was a look in Prescott's eyes that the lawyer's self-willed son didn't wholly like. "You fellows know just what you are," Dick went on bitterly. "There is no use in our calling you names. You can supply the names yourselves. And, if you're afraid to fight us, man to man, then you know well enough what else you are! Now, what has become of Greg Holmes and Dan Dalzell?" "Oh, very likely they're still running as fast as they can go toward Gridley," jeered Fred. "That's a lie, and no one knows it better than you!" flashed Dick. "Greg and Dan are not of the running kind." "Oh, I'm a liar, also, am I?" choked Ripley. "You know yourself better than any one else can," was Prescott's taunting answer. "Come on, fellows!" urged Fred. "Rush 'em!" There was a prompt rush. Dick and his friends did not flinch, but met the attack squarely. Hen Dutcher was the only boy present who did not display much eagerness to get at too close quarters in the fray. "Give it to 'em!" cheered Dutcher, hopping about at a safe distance while the scuffle went on. "They need plenty! Give Dick Prescott and Darrin each an extra one for me." The odds against more numerous and larger boys were so heavy that it was not long ere Dick, Dave, Tom and Harry were borne down to the dirt floor. Nor were they handled generously. All four received many an unfair blow. Fred's temper was up, for Dick had struck him on the nose, bringing blood. "Now we'll give 'em the rope treatment," laughed Ripley, hoarsely, when Dick and his chums had all been downed and were being held. First a noose was slipped over Dick's wrists, and made fast. Dave was the next so favored. Tom and Harry rapidly shared that fate. "Now lead these cattle to the stable!" roared Fred, gripping Dick by the collar and yanking him to his feet. The battle being lost, Dick and the others could do no more than submit to being pushed outside the cabin, Hen Dutcher following and making faces at all of the captives. Around to the cook shack the four Grammar School boys were led. The door was flung open, and in they were thrust. There on the floor, bound hand and foot and gagged, lay Greg and Dan. These two members of Dick & Co. had been overpowered and placed here, but only one look at their faces was needed to show that both still had their fighting blood up. "Now, don't let us hear anything from you boobies," commanded Fred Ripley, "or I'll send a committee out here to attend to you in mighty short order!" Then the door of the cook shack was closed on Dick & Co. "Well, of all the downright mean tricks!" grumbled Tom Reade. "That's too complimentary a name for such human truck!" cried Dave Darrin angrily. "Their first scheme, to come down here in the night and try to scare us, wasn't so fearfully mean, but this is assault and robbery." "Never mind about it, now," Dick answered. "Our wrath will keep--no doubt about that. But our first task is to get our hands free, if we can. And Greg and Dan must feel pretty tired of being gagged as well as tied." A snort, the only noise he could make, was Greg Holmes's answer. "How are we going to get ourselves free?" Tom demanded: "I've been trying to wriggle my hands out, but I'll admit that I can't do it." "Get over here in front of me," urged Dick, "and I'll show you just how I can free you. Fred Ripley, like other blunderers, is likely to overlook a few things." It was not cold in the cook shack, for there was still some fire going in the stove. The embers also threw a slight amount of illumination into the room. Dick dropped to his knees behind Tom Reade, and, reaching for the cords that bound Tom's wrists behind his back, began to gnaw. "Well, by hokey!" gasped Tom. "I never had head enough to think of that." "If we were gagged like Greg and Dan, we couldn't do the trick," Dave rejoined. "Come here, Harry; get in front of me and I'll gnaw your wrists free." Dick paused long enough in his work to say: "No need, Dave. When Tom is once free he can use his knife and have us all turned loose in a jiffy." Prescott possessed strong, fine teeth. He gnawed away at the cords to such good advantage that Reade soon had the use of his hands. "Now, I'll do as much for you, Dick," Tom proposed, reaching for his pocket knife. Within a very short time all six were free, and Greg and Dan, their mouths free of the gags, told indignantly how they had been engaged in preparing supper when the door opened and Ripley and his crowd burst in. "And now I suppose the rowdies are eating up the supper," finished Greg vengefully. "I guess they've got it about finished by now," Prescott added grimly. "But we six are free. If we're any good we'll get our cabin back and make it our castle against all comers." "Good!" cried Dave, a fiery flash in his eyes. "But how?" "That's what we've got to figure out," Dick replied thoughtfully. "But we'll do it." _ |
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