Bobby Blake on the School Nine; Or, The Champions of the Monatook Lake League

most all to ourselves," rema

the Rockledge Speci

ight object to t

you like," g

eight people scattered through the car. This was due in part to the snowstorm.

is hair was gray and scanty and his face was seamed with wrinkles. It was clear that he was very tired, and every once in

ld have to be going on a journey all al

be awful old. He looks as i

ed Mouser. "You can see that from t

sit some of his childr

Home," conjectured Bobby. "You know there is

ome mighty good stories a

all that he has s

ed Mouser. "It must be great to h

t Gettysburg,"

Grant or Sherman,

scenes in which the veteran might have played a part, and they had a

might get him started on the war. It's all very well to read about i

cted Bobby. "He's probably too tired to do

m now," replied Fred, "and I'll bet he

the other side of the aisle from the veteran. But now he had risen and gone over in his direction. But instea

d," laughed Pee W

o wrong sometimes," an

way?" asked Mouser, with a s

d in feather dusters. While the old man's head drooped in a doze, the boy reac

though to brush away a fly that was annoying

d at each othe

ink of that?" d

n some people have

skate," declar

e a thrashing,"

d, and the would-be joker was in hi

e attempt to sleep, and straig

or applause, but the silly grin on his face stiffen

car to get a drink of water. As he passed the fellow's seat, the latter reached out the tip of his foot. The ve

common impulse they sprang out of their seats and went

ashamed of yourse

an to live!" b

man like that ought to be tarre

n a rail," fi

gled with alarm as he noted their wrathful faces. He

ar, but the strength of his body was belied by the weakness of his face. It was a thoroughly mean face, pall

voice that he tried to make threatening. "You'd bett

what you did to that old man. You seemed to think

ot to stop it

se for you if you d

o do," was the ugly reply, "and I'd

bby, "and the first thing we're going

s train and I'll sit anywhere I want to. Any one would

ides talk in a minute,"

ugh his voice now was getting unsteady

fellow's cap from his head and thr

nd you'll find you

, but just then the conductor came i

tn't do any scrapping on this train. Get back in

, whose fighting blood was up, had to

ctor," counseled Bobby. "We've car

gained his cap, slumped down in the seat where Fred had thrown

if looks could kill, the boys would surely have been withere

cimen, isn't he?"

ve around the house

up on rainy days

ut-up, all right

e him at Rockled

here, for all we know

. "Bronson and Jinks are abo

e him there?" said Bobby. "They'd be as th

hort by the brake man throwin

for Roc