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Optic, Oliver
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction; Railroad stories
“Tell the captain to stop her!” screamed Tommy, at the top of his lungs.
I deemed it to be in the interests of peace not to heed this order, for
I was afraid, if I communicated it to the captain, he would obey. The
little major screamed till he was hoarse; but we were clear of the
island, though it was certain there was an account to be settled in the
future.
“Our Academy would be a great institution, if Tommy Toppleton went to
school somewhere else,” said Skotchley.
“It is a great pity he is so overbearing,” I replied.
“He seems to think all the rest of the fellows were created only to be
his servants, and he treads upon them as though they were worms beneath
his feet. I have not been accustomed to have a fellow speak to me as he
did to-day.”
“He is very haughty; but he is a generous fellow, and has many other
good qualities.”
“But one can’t live with him, he is so overbearing. I am rather sorry
now that I did not accept the office of president of the Lake Shore
Railroad, when I was elected. It would have brought affairs to a head.
But I did not want to spite him, for he never treated me so badly
before.”
Tommy had made a great mistake in alienating such a fellow as
Skotchley. It was evident that the tempest among the students could
not much longer be delayed, if it had not already commenced. From
the deck of the Middleport, we saw the two companies march to the
camp ground, and begin to pitch the tents. It was probable that the
mutiny had been nipped in the bud by the departure of the steamer with
Skotchley on board. I was afterwards told that the students regarded
Tommy’s order to start the boat as yielding the point, and that, when
he failed to stop her, he accepted the situation, and made a virtue
of necessity, permitting the boys to believe that the Middleport had
departed in obedience to his command.
The boats of the Wimpletonians were moving towards North Point, for
those in charge of them had comprehended the final defeat of their
party. It only remained for them to seek another camp ground, or make
the attempt to drive the Toppletonians from their position. Skotchley
and I agreed that they would not long be quiet, and that the week would
be filled up with quarrels and skirmishes between the students of the
rival academies.
In an hour the steamer arrived at the wharf in Middleport, and we went
on shore. I invited Skotchley, as the Institute was closed, to spend
the week with me at my father’s house. He thanked me very cordially,
and accepted the invitation; but before I went home, I deemed it proper
to report to Major Toppleton the events which had transpired during the
forenoon. I intended to call at his house on my way home; but we met
him coming down the street towards the pier.
“I thought you went up to the camp, Wolf,” said he, much surprised when
he saw me.
“I have been, sir, and a sweet time we have had of it. Tommy sent me
off, and would not permit me to remain on the island.”
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