“Mr. Crabtree.”
“Does Captain Putnam know of it?” asked Jack.
“Captain Putnam went away at six o’clock this morning. Had some special business in Rochester, I think.”
“Went away!” echoed Jack. “Then old Crabby—I mean Mr. Crabtree, is in charge.”
“That’s it.”
“Humph! Pep, that won’t be to our advantage.”
“I know it. He hates us.”
“I think he hates most o’ you young gents,” whispered Peleg Snuggers, who had no great love for the teacher in question.
“You tell Mr. Crabtree that we want to see him,” said Jack.
“It won’t do no good.”