Bobby Blake on the School Nine: or, The Champions of the Monatook Lake League

“Don’t you touch me with that whip, Ap Plunkit,” he warned, “or it will be the worse for you.”

“You bet it will!” cried Fred, rushing forward. “You touch Bobby and we’ll all pitch into you.”

“That’s what!” ejaculated Mouser.

“Sure thing,” added Pee Wee, who, though lazy and hard to rouse, was always loyal to his friends.

For a moment it seemed as though a general scrimmage could not be avoided, and the girls gave little frightened shrieks.

Ap hesitated.

“Four against one,” he muttered sarcastically. “You’re a plucky lot, you are.”

“Throw down that whip and any one of us will tackle you,” cried Fred hotly, his fiery temper getting the better of him.

But just then a diversion came from a new quarter.

A boy who was just about equal to Ap in age and weight, who had a lot of freckles, a snub nose, a jolly Irish face and a crop of red hair that rivaled Fred’s own, pushed his way through the crowd that had gathered.

“It’s Pat Moriarty,” cried Betty in relief.

“Hello, Bobby! Hello, Fred!” called out the newcomer cheerily. “What’s the rumpus here?”

“It’s this Ap Plunkit,” explained Bobby. “I hit his horse with a snowball by accident.”

“And the big coward’s brought his whip over to get even,” volunteered Fred.

“To git even is it,” said Pat, as his eyes fell on the bully, who was beginning to move backward. “Well, I’ll give him the chanst.”

He went over rapidly to Ap.

“Why don’t you tackle a feller of your size?” he asked scornfully. “Like me, fur instance?”

“You keep out of this,” muttered Ap uneasily.

“Keep out of it!” jeered Pat pugnaciously. “A Moriarty never keeps out of a scrap when he sees a big feller pickin’ on a little one.”

With a sudden movement he snatched Ap’s whip and threw it on the ground.

Resentment flared up in Ap’s eyes.

While the two antagonists stand glaring at each other, it may be well, for the benefit of those who have not followed the fortunes and adventures of Bobby Blake from the beginning, to give a brief outline of the preceding volumes in this series.

Bobby was the only child of his parents, who resided in the little inland town of Clinton. Although their hearts were bound up in their son, they had been sensible enough not to spoil him, and he had grown into a bright, manly boy, full of fun and frolic, and a general favorite among the boys of the town.

Fred Martin, whose family lived only a few doors away from the Blakes, was Bobby’s closest friend and companion. The boys were very different in temperament, and it was this very unlikeness, perhaps, which had made them chums. Fred had a hot temper which was constantly getting him into scrapes, and Bobby, who was much cooler and more self-controlled, was kept busy a good deal of the time in getting his friend out of trouble. They seldom had any differences between themselves and were almost constantly together.

Mr. Blake was once suddenly called to South America on business, and it was arranged that Mrs. Blake should go with him. What to do with Bobby during their absence gave them a good many anxious moments. They finally decided to send him to Rockledge School, of which they had heard excellent reports, and to Bobby’s great delight, Mr. Martin consented to let Fred go with him.

The school opened a new world for the boys. They had to study hard, but a lot of fun was mixed in with the work and they had many exciting adventures. They formed warm friendships, but there were two or three bullies in the school who tried to make their lives burdensome. How they finally defeated these petty tyrants and came out on top is told in the first volume of the series, entitled: “Bobby Blake at Rockledge School; or, Winning the Medal of Honor.”

The steamer on which Mr. Blake and his wife had sailed was lost at sea, and for a time it was feared that all on board had gone down with her. Bobby was heart-broken; so when news came later that his parents had been rescued his joy can be imagined. The end of the spring term was near, and Bobby and Fred accepted the invitation of one of their schoolmates, Perry (nicknamed “Pee Wee”) Wise, to spend part of the summer vacation on the coast, where Perry’s father had a summer home. There they had a splendid time. Their most stirring adventure involved the search for a missing boat. This is described in the second volume of the series, entitled: “Bobby Blake at Bass Cove; or, The Hunt for the Motor Boat Gem.”

They would have stayed longer at this delightful place, had it not been for a message brought to Bobby by an old sea captain who was a friend of Mr. Blake. He told Bobby that his parents were on their way home but would stop for a while at Porto Rico, where they wanted Bobby to join them. Bobby was wild to see his parents again, and his joy was increased when Mr. Martin said that he would go too and take Fred along. They expected adventure, but got more than they bargained for, and the story of how they were cast away and finally picked up by the very ship on which Bobby’s father and mother were sailing is told in the third volume of the series, entitled: “Bobby Blake on a Cruise; or, The Castaways of Volcano Island.”

Once more at home, the two boys were preparing to go back to Rockledge for the fall term, when they suddenly came into possession of a pocketbook containing a large sum of money. A strange series of happenings led them at last to the owner. In the meantime, their school life was full of action, culminating in a lively football game where Bobby and Fred helped to defeat Belden School, their chief rival. How well they played their part is shown in the fourth volume of the series, entitled: “Bobby Blake and His School Chums; or, The Rivals of Rockledge.”

The uncle of “Mouser” Pryde, one of Bobby’s particular friends at school, owned a shooting lodge up in the Big Woods, and he invited Mouser to ask some of his friends up there to spend part of the Christmas holidays. Bobby and Fred were members of the party, and they had a glorious time, skating, snowshoeing, fishing through the ice and hunting. In turn, they were themselves hunted by a big bear and had a narrow escape. Incidentally they were fortunate enough to rescue and bring back to his right mind a demented hunter who proved to be Pat Moriarty’s father. How they did this and won the everlasting gratitude of the red-headed Irish boy is described in the fifth volume of the series, entitled: “Bobby Blake at Snowtop Camp; or, Winter Holidays in the Big Woods.”

Pat and Ap seemed to be trying to outstare each other, and the rest waited in breathless silence during this silent duel of eyes.

But Ap’s eyes were the first to fall before the blaze in Pat’s.

“I’ll get even with that Bobby Blake yet,” he mumbled, stooping to pick up his whip.

“Well, the next time don’t bring along your whip to help you out,” replied Bobby.

“An’ when you feel like lookin’ for trouble, I can find it for you,” added Pat. “You’ll be rememberin’, Ap Plunkit, that I licked you once when you gave a hot penny to a monkey, an’ I can do it again.”

It was evident that Ap did remember perfectly well the fact which Pat referred to, for he did not seem to want to stay any longer in the Irish lad’s vicinity. He picked up his whip, went over to the wagon and climbed in. Then he took out his spite by giving his nag a vicious slash and drove away. But first he doubled up his fist and shook it at the boys, a gesture which they answered with a derisive shout of laughter.

“I think that Ap Plunkit is just horrid,” declared Betty, with a stamp of her little foot.

“I don’t blame him for feeling a little sore,” said Bobby, “especially before he knew I didn’t do it on purpose. But I guess he has a grudge against me anyway.”

“He was just looking for an excuse to make trouble,” put in Fred, “and it was just like him to bring his whip along. He never has played fair yet.”

“He’s got a yaller streak in him, I’m thinkin’,” chuckled Pat, a broad smile covering his jolly face. “I just couldn’t help buttin’ in when I seen him a swingin’ of that whip.”

“You always stand up for your friends, don’t you, Pat?” said Mouser admiringly.

“Sure thing,” grinned Pat. “Especially when they’re the best friends a feller ever had. I’ll never forget what Bobby and Fred have done for me an’ my folks.”

“Oh, that was nothing,” put in Bobby hastily.

“Nothin’!” exclaimed Pat. “It was just everything, an’ there isn’t a day goes by in our house but what we’re talkin’ about it.”

“How did you happen to be Johnny-on-the-spot this morning?” asked Bobby, anxious to change the conversation.

“I just was doin’ an errand at the grocery store when I heard some one say that you boys were goin’ off to school this mornin’,” answered Pat, “an’ I dropped everything an’ came down here on a dead run to say good-bye and wish you slathers of luck. I guess me mother will be after wonderin’ what’s keepin’ me, an’ she a waitin’ fur the butter an’ sugar,” he added, with a grin, “but she won’t care when I tell her what the reason was.”

“I wish you were going along with us, Pat,” said Bobby, who was genuinely fond of the good-hearted Irish boy.

“Yes,” drawled Pee Wee. “We’ve got a couple of fellows up at Rockledge that I’d like to see you handle just as you faced down Ap this morning.”

“If there’s any kind of a shindig, I’d sure like to be in the thick of it,” laughed Pat. “But I’ll trust you boys not to let them fellers do any crowin’ over you.”

“Right you are,” put in Mouser. “There aren’t any of ’em that can make Bobby and Fred lie down when they get their dander up.”