CHAPTER XLI.
FRED SARGENT’S REVENGE.
FRED SARGENT, upon this day from which my story dates, went to the head of his Latin class, in the high school of Andrewsville. The school was a fine one, the teachers strict, the classes large, the boys generally gentlemanly, and the moral tone pervading the whole, of the very best character.
To lead a class in a school like this was an honor of which any boy might have been proud; and Fred, when he heard his name read off at the head of the roll, could have thrown up his well-worn Latin grammar, which he happened to have in his hand just at that moment, and hurrahed. It was quite a wonder to him afterward that he did not.
As a class, boys are supposed to be generous. I really don’t know whether they deserve to be considered so or not, but some four or five only in this large school envied Fred. The rest would probably have hurrahed with him; for Fred was a ”capital good fellow,“ and quite a favorite.
”Bully for you!“ whispered Ned Brown, his right-hand neighbor; but Ned was instantly disgraced, the eye of the teacher catching the words as they dropped from his lips.
When school was over several of the boys rushed to the spot where Fred–his cap in his hand, and his dark hair blowing about every way–was standing.
”I say,“ said James Duncan, ”I thought you would get it. You’ve worked like a Trojan and you deserve it.“
”It’s as good as getting the valedictory,“ said Joe Stone.
”And that is entering into any college in the land without an examination,“ said Peter Crane.
Now Peter had run shoulder to shoulder with Fred and it does him great credit that, being beaten, he was thoroughly good-natured about it.
”I say, Fred, you ought to treat for this;“ and Noah Holmes, standing on tiptoe, looked over the heads of the other boys significantly at Fred.
”I wish I could; but here’s all the money I’ve got,“ said Fred, taking about twenty-five cents from his pocket–all that was left of his monthly allowance.
”That’s better than nothing. It will buy an apple apiece. Come on! Let’s go down to old Granger’s. I saw some apples there big as your head; and bigger, too,“ said Noah, with a droll wink.
”Well, come on, then;“ and away went the boys at Fred’s heels, pushing and shouting, laughing and frolicking, until they came to Abel Granger’s little grocery.
”Now hush up, you fellows,“ said Noah, turning round upon them. ”Let Fred go in by himself. Old Grange can’t abide a crowd and noise. It will make him cross, and all we shall get will be the specked and worm-eaten ones. Come, fall back, there!“
Very quietly and obediently the boys, who always knew their leader, fell back, and Fred went into the little dark grocery alone.
He was so pleasant and gentlemanly that, let him go where he would and do what he would, in some mysterious way he always found the right side of people and got what he wanted, in the most satisfactory manner.
Now Abel Granger was ”as cross as a meat axe.“ Noah said, and all the boys were afraid of him. If the apples had been anywhere else they would have been much surer of their treat; but in spite of their fears, back came Fred in a few moments, with a heaping measure of nice red apples–apples that made the boys’ mouths water.
Fred said that old Abel had given him as near a smile as could come to his yellow, wrinkled face.
”Treat ’em,“ he said, ”treat ’em, eh? Wal, now, ‘pears likely they’d eat you out of house and home. I never see a boy vet that couldn’t go through a tenpenny nail, easy as not.“
”We are always hungry, I believe,“ said Fred.
”Allers, allers–that’s a fact,“ picking out the best apples as he spoke and heaping up the measure. ”There, now if you’ll find a better lot than that, for the money, you are welcome to it, that’s all.“
”Couldn’t do it. Thank you very much,“ said Fred.
As the boys took the apples eagerly and began to bite them, they saw the old face looking out of the dirty panes of window glass upon them.