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Dick in the Everglades
by: A. W. Dimock
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CHAPTER I
"Come in!"
The doctor's voice had a note of sternness which was not lost on the two boys waiting outside his study door. The taller of the two, Ned Barstow, turned the handle and stepped into the study, followed immediately by Dick Williams. The doctor, sitting behind his desk, looked decidedly uncompromising as he said:
"Now, Barstow and Williams, you were absent from your room last night. Where were you?"
"Camping in Farmer Field's woods, sir," replied Ned Barstow.
"How often has this happened before?"
"Twice, sir."
"Was any one else with you?"
"Only last night, sir. Another boy was with us then," said Ned.
"Who was he?" "I can't tell you, sir."
"Williams, you may go now. I will see you later."
After the door had closed on Williams, the doctor turned again to Barstow, and said:
"Barstow, I have always felt that I could rely upon your influence with the younger boys being for good. Now, I find you aiding to upset the whole discipline of the school by this camping affair. I hope there has been nothing worse. You know I never insist on tale-bearing regarding mere boyish escapades, but I would like to know if there was any other reason for your refusing to give up your companion's name."
"Yes, sir, there was. We had a chicken for supper, that was taken from Farmer Field's poultry-house."
"Did you or Williams steal that chicken, Barstow?"
"No, sir, but we knew about it and helped eat it, and are just as much to blame as the boy who took it."
"And, now, you mean to protect the thief?"
"Well, you see, Doctor, a good many fellows don't look at hooking apples, or nuts, or chickens as real stealing."
"What do you think about it?" asked the doctor.
"I think it was wrong and I am very sorry it happened. It won't occur again."
"I have no fear that it will. But it is too serious an offence to be lightly passed over. In the first place you and Williams must see Farmer Field, tell him what you have done and pay for the chicken that was—taken. After that I will talk with you. Now send Williams to me."
When Dick Williams came in the doctor began:
"Williams, how much do you love your mother?"
"Why, more than anyone else in the world, sir."
"She is keeping you here at considerable expense. Don't you think you owe it to her to pay more attention to your studies?"
"Yes, Doctor, and I am going to do better hereafter."
"How will your mother feel when she hears of this chicken-stealing episode?"
"Oh! Doctor; she mustn't hear of it that way. We didn't think of it as stealing last night, but this morning Ned and I talked about it and we are going to see Farmer Field and tell him what we did and pay for the chicken."
"Do you mean, Dick," and the good doctor's voice shook a little as he asked the question, "that you and Ned decided to tell Farmer Field about the taking of his chicken, before you knew that I had heard of your camping out?"
"Why, yes, sir. I supposed Ned had told you."
"Your friend Ned is rather a curious boy, but when you are in doubt about the right and wrong of anything, you might do worse than ask his advice."
"Oh!...