they told you how the train broke down."
"They did," answered Shadrach Mellick. "Reckon I can carry one more," he added. "But yeou'll have to pay me. These boys are paying me ten dollars for the trip."
"How much do you want?" demanded Isaac Pludding.
"About a dollar, I guess."
"It's enough, but I'll go you," answered the stout man, and prepared to climb into the big sleigh.
As soon as Isaac Pludding appeared, Dave held a whispered conversation with Roger and some of the others. Now he turned to Shadrach Mellick.
"Excuse me, Mr. Mellick, but we don't propose to take another passenger," he said, decidedly. "At least, not this man."
"No?"
"No, sir. We hired this sleigh for ourselves alone."
"And paid part of the money to bind the bargain," added Phil.
"What! do you mean to say I can't ride if I want to?" cried the stout man, as unreasonable as he had been on the train.
"You can't ride with us," said Roger.
"What do you say?" asked Isaac Pludding of the farmer.
Shadrach Mellick scratched his head.
"A bargain is a bargain, Mr. Mellick," said Dave, hastily. "We hired this sleigh, and that is all there is to it."
"That is true, but--er----"
"Wouldn't you rather earn ten dollars than one or two?" asked Ben. "If that man is to ride we won't."
"So say we all of us!" came from a number of the others.
"Then I can't take yeou," said the farmer to Isaac Pludding. "These young fellers come fust."
"It's an outrage!" cried the stout man. "I'll--I'll have the law on you for it."
"Guess yeou air a fool," muttered Shadrach Mellick, in disgust. "Git alang there, ye lazy critters!" And with a crack of his whip he sent the double team on their way, leaving Isaac Pludding standing by the gateway, shaking his fist at the vanishing students.
"He is mad now, if he never was before," observed Phil.
"I wonder if we'll see any more of him," said Ben.
"I don't want to see him again," answered Dave.
The wagon-road to Oakdale did not run near the railroad, so they saw nothing of the train passengers as they moved along. Luckily the snowstorm was letting up, so the ride was not as disagreeable as they had anticipated. In spite of the delay the boys were in excellent spirits, the single exception being Nat Poole, who sat huddled in a seat corner, saying nothing. The boys sang songs, told funny stories, and "cut up" generally, and thus, almost before they knew it, they drew up alongside of the railroad station at Oakdale.
There was no turnout there to meet them, and from the station master they learned that Jackson Lamond, the Hall driver, had been down with the carryall, but had gone back when he had learned that the train had broken down and would not arrive until morning.
"Well, it doesn't matter," said Dave. "We've hired our driver to take us to the Hall, anyway."
"All hands off for a hot soda!" cried Phil, as they rounded the drug-store corner, and the sleigh was stopped and they rushed in to get the refreshment. They treated Shadrach Mellick to two glasses, which put the old farmer in fairly good humor.
"I don't blame ye for not wanting thet man," said he, after he had heard their story about Isaac Pludding. "Guess he's about as mean as they make 'em."
"He said he had some cattle deal on in Oakdale," said Dave. "Perhaps you know something about that?"
"Oh, mebbe I do. There's a city consarn buying cattle up here, now--started last fall. They're tryin' to do old Joe Parker out o' his bus'ness. Mebbe this fat feller is the city company's agent. If he is, old Joe Parker won't want him up here."
"Where does Joe Parker live?" asked Dave, with interest.
"We'll pass his house in a minit. There it is--over yonder, by the willer trees."
"Let me off a minute at that place," went on Dave.
"That's the talk!" cried Roger, catching Dave's idea. "We'll put a spoke in Pludding's wheel--if he is the rival cattle dealer."
Arriving at the Parker cottage, Dave and Roger leaped down in the snow and knocked on the door. A heavy-set and rather pleasant-looking man answered their summons.
"Is this Mr. Joseph Parker?" asked Dave.
"That's my handle, lad. What can I do for you? Will you come in?"
"No, Mr. Parker--I haven't time. I wanted to ask you, do you know a Mr. Isaac Pludding?"
At this question the brow of Joe Parker darkened.
"I certainly do."
"He is working for some opposition in the cattle line, isn't he?"
"Yes, and trying his best to do me out of my little income," was the grumbled-out answer.
"Well, I thought I might do you a favor," went on Dave, and then told of his meeting with the cattle agent, and of how Pludding was trying to reach Oakdale without delay.
"Is that possible!" cried Joseph Parker. "If it is, I'll have to get a hustle on me, I'm thinking. I told Farrington I'd let him know about those cattle to-day or to-morrow. I'll go right over and close the deal now--before Pludding gets here. It's Farrington's cattle he is after. I am very much obliged to you."
"You are welcome," said Dave.
"I only hope you get the better of the fat man," added the senator's son; and then he and Dave went back to the sleigh, and the journey to Oak Hall was resumed.
CHAPTER V
BACK TO OAK HALL
As my old readers know, Oak Hall was an up-to-date structure built of brick and stone. Its shape was that of a broad cross, with its front facing the south. On that side, and to the east and west, were the classrooms, while the dining-hall and kitchen and laundry were on the north. Around the school was a broad campus, running down to the Leming River in the rear. Great clumps of oaks were scattered around, giving to the institution its name.
"Hurrah! I see the school!" cried Sam Day, who sat in front with the sleigh driver.
"So do I!" cried Roger.
"Boys, let's give them a song when we drive up!" suggested Dave. "It will prove that we are not quite frozen to death."
"Right you are," responded Shadow Hamilton. "Now then, all together!" And he started up the school song, sung to the tune of "Auld Lang Syne":
"Oak Hall we never shall forget, No matter where we roam, It is the very best of schools, To us it's just like home. Then give three cheers, and let them ring Throughout this world so wide, To let the people know that we Elect to here abide!"
This was sung with great gusto and immediately following came the well-known Hall rally:
"Baseball! Football! Oak Hall! Has the call! Biff! Boom! Bang! Whoop!"
"That's the way to do it!" sang out Dave, and then, as the sleigh drew up to the front door of the academy, he started some doggerel also sung to the tune of "Auld Lang Syne" and just then becoming popular:
"We're here because we're here because We're here because we're here! We're here because we're here because We're here because we're here! We're here because we're here because We're here