The Wizard of the Sea | Page 2

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this Tom Barnstable came close to him.
"When are ye goin' away?" he asked.
"Monday morning, six o'clock."
"Don't fergit the old man, Mont. We've had lots of good times--fishin'
an' huntin', ye know."
That was Tom Barnstable, good-natured and willing to do, but an
absolute beggar at the slightest chance.
"I won't forget you, Tom, not I," said the merry-hearted lad. "Here you
are," and he slipped a shining dollar into the man's hand. A moment
later he called one of the store clerks aside.
"Have you any of those April-fool cigars left?" he whispered.
"Yes--just four."
"I'll take them."
The cigars bought and paid for, the boy put three of them in an inside
pocket and then turned the fourth over to Tom Barnstable.
"Here, Tom, put the pipe away and have a real Havana to celebrate the
parting," he said, and the old man immediately did as requested.
The cigar burnt all right for just half a minute. Then something began
to bulge at the end. It kept growing larger and larger, forming into what
is called a Pharaoh's serpent, three or four feet long.
Tom Barnstable's eyes began to blaze. He stared at Mont wildly.

"Who--what--what is that?" he stammered. "Great Scott! I've got 'em!"
And, dashing the weed to the floor, he rushed from the country store,
with the boys' laugh ringing in his ears.
"He'll remember you now, no doubt of that!" said Link merrily.
The day was Saturday, and it was a busy one for both Mont and Link,
with packing trunks and bags, and getting ready otherwise.
The Sabbath passed quietly enough, and five o'clock Monday morning
found the two boys on their way to Nautical Hall.
The run of the train was to New York, and here they fell in with their
mutual chum, Carl Barnaby, a rich young fellow from their town, and
several others who will be introduced as our story progresses.
From the Metropolis the boys took another train directly for the
seacoast. At Pemberton they had to change cars, and here they met
several more scholars of Nautical Hall.
"There is Ike Brosnan and Hoke Ummer!" cried Link. "Two of our
fellows."
The newcomers were quickly introduced. Ike Brosnan looked a
whole-souled fellow and full of fun. Hoke Ummer, on the other hand,
seemed of a decidedly sour turn of mind.
"Hoke is a good deal of a bully," whispered Link, later on. "You want
to steer clear of him."
"Thanks; he'll not step on my toes," returned Mont firmly. "The first
man who tries to haze or bully me will get his fingers burnt."
"Oh, the boys will be sure to want a little fun. You mustn't be too
particular."
"I don't mean that--I mean they mustn't go too far," replied Mont.

Little did he dream of all the hazings and larks to be played ere that
school term should be over.
The journey to the seacoast was devoid of any special incident. The
ride on the train was magnificent, and all enjoyed it thoroughly.
Towards nightfall a landing was made not many miles from Eagle
Point. Here at the dock a long stage was in waiting to take them to the
Hall. The four boys, along with a dozen others, got aboard, and they
moved off rapidly for Nautical Hall, two miles distant.
CHAPTER II.
A TERRIFIC EXPLOSION.
Nautical Hall was a large building of brick, stone, and wood situated at
the top of a small hill. In front was a level parade ground, and to one
side the grounds sloped down to the edge of a small bay, while at the
other they were flanked by a heavy wood.
The institution was owned and managed by Captain Hooper, an
ex-army and -navy officer, who looked to the military drill of the boys
and left the educational department to an able corps of assistants. With
the assistants and the gallant captain himself we will become better
acquainted as our tale proceeds.
Mont soon became acquainted with nearly all of the one hundred and
odd boys who attended Nautical Hall, and became the leader of a set
composed of himself, Link Harmer, Barry Powell, another lively lad,
Carl Barnaby, his old-time chum, Piggy Mumps, a fat youth, and Sam
Schump, a German pupil, as good-natured as can possibly be imagined.
As soon as the boys arrived they were assigned to their places. Mont
was put in the room with the crowd above mentioned. This room
connected with another, in which were installed the bully, Hoke
Ummer; Bill Goul, his toady, and half a dozen of the bully's cronies.
"This room will get into a free fight with that gang some day," was

Barry Powell's comment, after Schump, the German boy, had related
how the bully had treated him.