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Dave Porter and His Classmates. Stratemeyer Edward
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"I believe they did it on purpose," said the other cadet. He looked at the letters on a sweater Roger wore. "You're from Oak Hall, aren't you?"
"Yes."
"Thought you'd have some sport, eh?" This was said with a sneer. "Say, Cabot, we ought to give 'em something for this," he added, turning to his fellow-cadet.
"So we should," growled Cabot, who chanced to be the owner of the craft that had been damaged. "They have got to pay for breaking the ice-boat, anyway."
"Oh, Mr. Anderson, please don't get into a quarrel!" pleaded one of the girls.
"Well, those rowdies deserve a thrashing," answered Anderson. He was a big fellow, with rather a hard look on his face.
"Thank you, but we are not rowdies," retorted Roger. "We were having a little fun and did not dream of striking you with the snowball."
"If you know anything about the river, you know ice-boats and skaters rarely if ever come this way," added Phil. "The ice around here is always full of air-holes and consequently dangerous."
"Oh, you haven't got to teach me where to go," growled Anderson.
"I'm only stating a fact."
"The ice is certainly not very nice around here," said one of the girls. "Perhaps we might have gotten into a hole even if the big snowball hadn't struck us."
At this remark Dave and his chums gave the girl a grateful look. The cadets were annoyed, and one whispered something to the other.
"You fellows get to work and fix the ice-boat," said Cabot.
"And do it quick, too," added Anderson.
"I – I think I'll walk the rest of the way home," said one of the girls. "Will you come along, Vera?"
"Yes," answered the other. She stepped up to Dave's side. "Thank you for telling Mr. Cabot what to do, and for pulling us out of the hole," she went on, and gave the boys a warm smile.
"Going to leave us?" growled Anderson.
"Yes."
"That ain't fair. You promised – "
"To take a ride on the ice-boat," finished the girl named Vera. "We did it, and now I am going home."
"And so am I," added the other girl. "Good-bye."
"But see here – " went on Anderson, and caught the girl named Vera by the arm.
"Please let go, Mr. Anderson."
"I want – "
"Let the young lady go if she wishes to," said Dave, stepping up.
"This isn't your affair," blustered Anderson.
"No gentleman would detain a lady against her will."
"Good-bye," said the girl, and stepped back several paces when released by the cadet.
"All right, Vera Rockwell, I'll not take you out again," growled Anderson, seeing she was bound to go.
"You'll not have the chance, thank you!" flung back the girl, and then she joined her companion, and both hurried away from the shore and to a road running near by.
After the girls had gone there was an awkward silence. Both Cabot and Anderson felt sore to be treated in this fashion, and especially in the presence of those from Oak Hall, a rival institution to that where they belonged.
"Well, what are you going to do about the damage done?" grumbled Anderson.
"I don't think the ice-boat is damaged much," answered Dave. "Let us look her over and see."
"If she is, you'll pay the bill," came from Cabot.
"Well, we can do that easily enough," answered Roger lightly.
The craft was righted and inspected. The damage proved to be trifling and the ice-boat was speedily made fit for use.
"If I find she isn't all right, I'll make some of you foot the bill," said Cabot.
"I am willing to pay for all damage done," answered Dave. "My name is Dave Porter."
"Oh! I've heard of you," said Anderson. "You're on the Oak Hall football team."
"Yes, and I've had the pleasure of helping to beat Rockville," answered Dave, and could not help grinning.
"Humph! Wait till next season! We'll show you a thing or two," growled Anderson, and then he and Cabot boarded the ice-boat, trimmed the sail, and stood off down the river.
"Well, they are what I call a couple of pills," was Phil's comment. "I don't see how two nice girls could go out with them."
"They certainly were two nice girls," answered Roger. "That Vera Rockwell had beautiful eyes and hair. And did you see the smile she gave Dave! Dave, you're the lucky one!"
"That other girl is named Mary Feversham," answered Phil. "Her father is connected with the express company. I met her once, but she doesn't seem to remember me. I think she is better-looking than Miss Rockwell."
"Gracious, Phil must be smitten!" cried Dave.
"When is it to come off, Phil?" asked the senator's son. "We want time to buy presents, you know."
"Oh, you can poke fun if you want to," grumbled the shipowner's son. "She's a nice girl and I'd like to have the chance to meet her. Somebody said she was a good skater."
"Well, if you go skating with her, ask Miss Rockwell to come, too, and I'll be at the corner waiting for you," said the senator's son. "That is, if Dave don't try to cut me out."
"No danger – Jessie wouldn't allow it," replied Phil.
"You leave Jessie out of it," answered Dave, flushing a trifle. "Just the same, I agree with both of you, those girls looked to be very nice."
The three boys walked along the river bank for nearly half a mile before they came in sight of the Snowbird. Then Messmer and Henshaw wanted to know what had kept them so long.
"I'd not go in there with my boat," said Messmer, after he had heard their story. "Those air-holes are too dangerous."
When the lads got back to Oak Hall they found a free-for-all snowball fight in progress. One crowd was on the campus and the other in the road beyond.
"This suits me!" cried Roger. "Come on, Dave," and he joined the force on the road. His chums did the same, and sent the snowballs flying at a brisk rate.
The fight was a furious one for over an hour. The force on the campus outnumbered those in the road and the latter were driven to where the highway made a turn and where there were several clumps of trees and bushes. Here, Dave called on those around him to make a stand, and the other crowd was halted in its onward rush.
"Here comes Horsehair in a cutter!" cried one of the students, presently. "Let us give him a salute."
"All right!" called back Dave. "Some snow will make him strong, and brush off some of the hair he carries around with him."
The boys made a number of snowballs and, led by Dave, waited for the appearance of the cutter. Soon it turned the bend, the horse on a trot and the sleighbells jingling merrily.
"Now then, all together!" shouted Dave, and prepared to hurl a snowball at the man who was driving.
"Hold on!" yelled Roger, suddenly.
But the warning cry came too late for Dave and Phil, who were in the lead. They let fly their snowballs, and the man in the cutter was struck in the chin and the ear. He fell backward, but speedily recovered and stopped his horse.
"You young rascals!" he spluttered hoarsely. "What do you mean by snowballing me in this fashion!"
"Job Haskers!" murmured Dave, in consternation.
"What a mistake!" groaned Phil. "We are in for it now!"
CHAPTER VII
PRISONERS IN THE SCHOOL
Dave and Phil had indeed made a serious mistake, and they knew