"Tell us about it, Dave!" cried the senator's son. "Somebody told me Merwell was of the scrappy kind."
"I really don't like to talk about it," said Dave, his face clouding. "I had some words with Merwell and I knocked him down. Then he and Poole were willing enough to let me take the ice-boat."
"You knocked Merwell down!" exclaimed Henshaw. "He's a big fellow."
"Dave isn't afraid of anybody," said Roger, in a tone of pride.
In the end Dave was compelled to tell his story, to which the others listened with deep interest. They understood the boy from the country perfectly, and said the treatment received had served Link Merwell right.
When they reached Oak Hall they were nearly an hour late. They expected Job Haskers would lecture them and give them extra lessons to do, but fortunately they found Andrew Dale, the head teacher, in charge. He listened to their explanations with a smile.
"After this you mustn't go so far, or else start earlier," said the instructor, and let them go in to supper.
"Gracious! what a difference between Mr. Dale and old Haskers," was Dave's comment.
"I wish all the teachers were like Mr. Dale—and Doctor Clay," returned Roger.
