There was a hoarse2 blast from the whistle and the steamer sidled in toward the wharf3. Rodney Merrill, his brand new suitcase tightly clutched in his left hand and his ticket firmly held in his right, followed the dozen or so passengers who were crowding toward where three deck hands waited to push over the gangplank. As the Henry Hudson edged up to the landing the main street of the little town came suddenly into view, leading straight up the hill at a discouraging angle until lost to sight behind the overhanging branches of great trees. Rodney thought he had never seen so many trees before. They were everywhere—elms, maples5, beeches6 and oaks—hiding the houses spread up the side of the ridge1 so that only here[2] and there was visible a gray roof or a white wall or a red chimney top. Even here by the river edge the trees seemed to be trying to dispute the margin7 with the wharves8 and buildings. Where Rodney had come from folks first built houses and then planted trees, afterwards tending them as carefully as though they were rare flowers. Here, it seemed, folks had tucked their houses away in a veritable forest. He mentally compared the leaf-roofed street before him with Capitol Avenue, back in Orleans, Nebraska. Capitol Avenue was lined with trees, too, but the trees were as yet barely twelve feet high and cast about as much shade as would a lady’s parasol.
At the left of the wharf was a ferry slip, with a little brown shed beside it bearing the legend, Greenridge and Milon Ferry Company. A handful of people waited there under the shelter and watched the arrival of the river steamer. The paddles thrashed, the steamer shivered and bumped, the gangplank thudded to the wharf, and the disembarking passengers moved forward. Rodney followed, gave up his ticket, and[3] found himself on land. He yielded his bag and trunk check to a hackman, asked directions, and with a farewell glance at the Henry Hudson gained the shadiest side of the ascending10 street.
It was still only a little after two o’clock and he had all the afternoon before him. Somewhere at the top of the hill was Maple4 Hill Academy, for which he was bound. But, as he would undoubtedly11 see quite enough of that institution during the next nine months, he was in no hurry to reach it. Rodney’s father had accompanied the boy to New York and had fully9 intended coming to Greenridge-on-Hudson with him, but, just as they had sat down to dinner in the hotel the evening before, an imperative12 telegram had reached him, and this morning Rodney had boarded a Hudson River steamboat and Mr. Merrill a Chicago train. Naturally Rodney had been disappointed, but he was quite used to his father’s erratic13 flights from home—it was the penalty of having a father who was an important factor in a big railway system—and he had made the best of it. There had been so much to see from the moment the[4] steamer had left its dock in the North River until it had bumped against the big piles at Greenridge that Rodney had forgotten to be lonesome. Besides, to a boy of fifteen, even though he has been brought up to be self-reliant and is fairly accustomed to looking out for himself, there is something inspiriting in journeying alone, in being thrown on his own resources. He experienced a fine feeling of independence as he loitered up the street, and perhaps was guilty of a suggestion of swagger, for which I think he may be excused.
The street—River Street was the name of it, as he soon discovered—was lined with funny, half-asleep little shops. There was nothing smart about them. Their windows looked as though they were seldom washed and the goods displayed therein were often dusty and fly-specked. And then the names over the doors amused him; as “Liverwell and Nagg, Fine Groceries and Provisions,” “Huckens and Soper, Hardware,” “Jernigen’s Pharmacy14, New York Prices,” “Sauerwien’s Home Bakery” and “Fogg and Frost, Stationery15, Books, Periodicals, Post Cards, Lending Library and Candy.”[5] Hands in pockets, he looked in the windows, peered up shady side streets at the half-hidden doorways16 and porches of comfortable, old-fashioned houses and, in short, loafed enjoyably, finding all sorts of things to interest him in this queer, hundred-year-old-town.
Presently, when he had progressed three or four blocks up the hill, he came to an uncovered bridge spanning the railroad. Below on one side, reached by a flight of steps, was a small station. He paused there above long enough to determine in which direction New York City lay, and then, as no trains came along to offer entertainment, he went on again, up and up under the wide trees. It was rather hard climbing and the day was none too cool now that he had left the river behind. And so at the next corner he entered a drug store and sank onto a stool in front of the soda18 fountain. While he waited for someone to appear from the dim mysteries behind the partition at the back, he amused himself by deciphering the sign on the window. YCAMRAHP S’ELTTILOOD was about the way it appeared from inside. When he had puzzled it out he glanced around the[6] empty store and chuckled19. It was, he thought, well named.
“Chocolate ice-cream soda, please,” he requested presently, when a youth with sandy hair strolled into sight wiping his hands on a soiled white apron20. “Lots of chocolate, please,” he added.
The clerk glanced doubtfully at the faucet21 inscribed22 “Choc.,” tried it and shook his head. “All out of chocolate just now,” he announced, looking dreamily across the street. “I’m going to make some more this afternoon. Something else do?”
“Strawberry,” said Rodney.
This time the clerk had better luck. While Rodney consumed the concoction23, the clerk leaned wearily against the fountain and watched the street. At last, “School?” he asked.
“What?”
“You an Academy boy?”
“Not yet.” Rodney glanced at the round faced clock in the center of the partition. “Not till five o’clock probably.”
“Just come, eh?” continued the clerk with a slight show of interest. “Well, it’s a pretty[7] good school, I guess. ’Bout as good as any in New York State, they say.”
“Is it?” Rodney didn’t seem much impressed. “If I’d had my way I’d have gone to a military academy back in Michigan. But my brother used to go here and he made dad send me, too. I suppose it will do.”
“Where’d you come from?” asked the other.
“Orleans, Nebraska. Ever been out there?”
“N-no. Nebraska’s quite a ways, ain’t it? Out—out near Illinois, ain’t it? Or Texas?”
“Out that way,” replied Rodney dryly. “Sort of between those places and Oregon. It’s the finest state in the union.”
“That so?” The drug clerk grinned. “Guess you ain’t lived in the east much, have you?”
“No, not lived, but I’ve been in about every state except Maine and Vermont and West Virginia. And Nebraska’s got them all thrown and hog-tied.”
“You must have travelled some! Ever been in Utah?”
“Several times,” answered Rodney, scraping the last particle of ice cream from his glass with a sigh of regret.
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“Is that so? I don’t suppose you ever ran across a fellow named Stenstream out there, did you?”
“I don’t think so. What town is he in?”
“Town? I don’t know. One of those Mormon towns, I think. He’s a sort of cousin of mine, Pringle is.”
“Did he come from here?” asked Rodney as he drained the last drop in his glass.
“Yes, he used to work for Huckins, down the street. Always was a sort of adventurous24 chap, though. Nobody wasn’t surprised much when he up and lit out for Utah.”
“Utah ought to be a fine place for a fellow with a name like that,” said Rodney gravely. “What did you say it was?”
“His name? Pringle Stenstream.”
“My, this is sure one fine place for names, isn’t it?” laughed the boy.
The clerk blinked as he washed the glass. “Names? How do you mean? What’s the matter with the names?”
“Oh, they’re all right, but sort of—of unusual.”
“Stenstream ain’t unusual around here,” responded[9] the clerk a trifle resentfully. “There’s stacks of ’em in New York State. It’s as common as—as my own name.”
“What’s that?” asked Rodney.
“Doolittle,” was the calm reply.
“Oh, is this your store?”
“Nope, it’s my uncle’s. I work for him. Gosh!”
“What’s the matter?” asked Rodney, following the clerk’s gaze through the window.
“There’s that Watson feller coming, and he always wants chocolate and I haven’t got any.”
“Give him strawberry,” suggested Rodney, amused by the clerk’s expression of alarm. “Are those Maple Hill fellows?”
The clerk nodded gloomily. “Yes, and that Watson feller’s the worst of the lot. The rest of ’em ain’t so bad.”
“Cheer up,” said Rodney. “Maybe they won’t come in.”
They did, though. There were four of them, their ages ranging apparently25 from fourteen to seventeen. They came in laughing and made directly for the soda fountain. As there were but three stools, Rodney got up and moved to[10] the corner of the confectionery case, curious to see what manner of boys these Maple Hill students might be. It wasn’t difficult to determine which was Watson. He was the biggest of the four, good-looking in a heavy way, and evidently the leader of the present expedition. It was Watson who sang out a greeting from the doorway17.
“Hello, Doolie, Old Top! Poisoned anyone to-day?”
Young Mr. Doolittle smiled uneasily. “You almost lost me my job that time, Watson,” he said sadly. “That wasn’t a joke, that wasn’t!”
“Wasn’t it?” laughed Watson. “It was a peach of a joke!” He had caught sight of Rodney on entering, and now he inquired confidentially26 but quite audibly, “Who’s your dressy friend, Doolie?”
The clerk replied in low tones, leaning across the counter. Watson grinned.
“What ho, fellows! Luck’s with us! Here’s a new one!” He regarded Rodney jovially27. “Doolie says you’re a Maple Hiller.”
“Yes,” replied Rodney pleasantly.
“Fine! Welcome to our school!”
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“Thank you,” returned Rodney politely.
“Well, fellows, what’ll you have to-day?” asked the clerk.
“Hold your horses, Doolie. You see,” Watson went on, turning to the newcomer again, “it’s a long-established custom here that new boys have to stand treat. You’re lucky there aren’t any more of us, isn’t he, Tommy?”
“Rather!” agreed a light-haired, freckle-faced boy of about Rodney’s age. “If he doesn’t hurry up there may be.”
“Spoken like a gentleman! Right you are, Old Top! Line up, fellows. Ice creams all around, Doolie.”
The clerk looked hesitantly at Rodney. The latter smiled but shook his head. “Suppose I haven’t enough coin, fellows?” he inquired.
“That’s all right, Doolie will chalk it up, won’t you, Doolie? Doolie’s a nice, obliging little poisoner.”
“Very glad to charge ’em,” said the clerk. “What flavors?”
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“Hold on,” protested Rodney. “I’m not one of you fellows yet. I won’t be until I reach school. I guess that lets me out. Still, I don’t want to seem stingy, so I’ll tell you what I’ll do.”
“What?” asked Watson, frowning darkly.
“I’ll buy ice-cream sodas for the crowd if you’ll all take the same flavor. You—” nodding at Watson—“choose it. You’ve only got one guess, though.”
“How do you mean, one guess?”
“Oh, that’s it? Don’t you worry, cutie. We know what we want, don’t we, fellows?”
“I want—” began a younger boy.
“Cut it! You get what I order. Didn’t you hear him say so? Doolie, you may prepare four of your finest chocolate ice-cream sodas.”
Had Watson observed the clerk’s expression during the arrangement of terms he might have hesitated about agreeing to them, but he had not. It was only when young Mr. Doolittle began to stammer30 vaguely31 that Watson scented32 trouble.
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“What’s the matter, Doolie?” he demanded peevishly33. “Four chocolates. Didn’t you hear the dressy party agree to pay for them?”
“I—the fact is, Watson—the—the chocolate is—is——”
“The chocolate is what?” asked Watson, suspiciously calm.
“Out!”
“Out! Oh, run away and play, Doolie! Quit your joking! Of course you’ve got chocolate! If you haven’t you’d better dig some up mighty34 quick, Old Top! Get a move on now! Ginger35 up, Doolie, ginger up!”
“I’m awfully36 sorry, Watson, but there ain’t any. You see, I was just going to make some when that fellow came in and——”
“Asked for it, I’ll bet a doughnut!” exclaimed Watson. “Say, you, Mr. Smart Aleck”—Watson’s jaw37 dropped. “Where is he?” he demanded.
“The new fellow?” replied one of the younger boys. “Oh, he just went out!”
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