"Well, I never!" whispered Dave to Phil and Roger.
"Who is it?"
"Nat Poole."
"Oh my! but he's catching it right enough," chuckled the senator's son.
"Will unharness my horse!" went on Job Haskers. "Will throw me on my head in the snow! Oh, you imp!" And he continued to shake poor Nat until the latter's teeth rattled.
"I—I won't stand this!" cried Nat at last, and struck out blindly, landing a blow on the teacher's ear.
"Ha! so you dare to strike me!" spluttered Job Haskers. "I—I——"
"Let go! I haven't done anything!" roared Nat. "Let go, or I'll kick!"
Now, the assistant teacher did not fancy being kicked, so he dropped his hold and Nat Poole speedily retreated to a safe distance.
"You unharnessed my horse——" began Job Haskers.