the Hall, on the way to the gymnasium building. Job Haskers leaped towards him and caught him roughly by the shoulder.
"Ha! I have you, you young imp!" he cried. "How dare you do such a thing to me! How dare you!" And he shook the boy as a dog shakes a rat.
"St—top!" spluttered the pupil, in consternation and alarm. "Stop, I say! I—I Oh, Mr. Haskers, let up, please! Don't shake me to pieces!"
"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
