It was Dan Baxter.
"Well, Baxter, how is this?" asked Mr. Strong, the teacher nearest
to him.
"I - I was carried to Bar Landing," answered the bully sheepishly.
"Bar Landing? Then you were on the afternoon boat from Ithaca?"
"Yes, sir."
"How did you come to be carried past Cedarville?"
"I - er -- fell asleep on the trip."
"Indeed! Well, when next you travel you had better try to keep
awake," was George Strong's comment, and a titter passed along the
table, which made Dan Baxter very angry.
"Sit down here. Alexander, help Baxter to some supper."
"Yes, sah," came from the waiter; and no more was said. Presently
Baxter caught sight of Dick at the table opposite, and he looked
daggers at the youth. "He's got it in for me," thought Dick; and
he was right.
The supper at an end, the pupils were allowed two hours to
themselves -- one hour outdoors if they wished it, or both hours
in the reading room, which was well supplied with books and all of
the best magazines. The newcomers went out in a bunch, and
Captain Harry Blossom accompanied them.
"I'll show you the gymnasium, if you wish to see it," he said.
"I would like to know something about Tom," replied Dick.
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