“I’ll tell you what it is, Wolf,” said he, as we were running up the last trip, “this thing won’t go down with the fellows.”
“What?”
“All the fellows are mad because they had to work this afternoon.”
“I thought they considered it fun to build the road.”
“They did before the dummy came; but now they want the fun of the thing. They are all rich men’s sons, and they won’t stand it to work like Irish laborers. I hope there won’t be any row.”
“Of course Major Toppleton knows what he is about.”
“The students don’t growl before him. They do it to the teachers, who dare not say their souls are their own.”
“But the major told me the boys enjoyed the fun, and insisted upon building the road themselves when he wanted to employ laborers for the purpose.”
“That’s played out. I heard some of the fellows say they would not work another day.”
“Some one ought to tell the major about this. He don’t want them to work if they don’t like it,” I suggested.