. The Hoosier school-master : a novel . s of ways of killing acat besides chokin her with butter. Hell come in — ef he dontblow us all sky-high! Ralphs voice was now heard, demanding that the door beopened. Lets open her, said Hank, turning livid with fear at the firm,confident tone of the master. Bud straightened himself up. Hank, youre a coward. Ivegot a mind to kick you. You got me into this blamed mess, andnow you want to flunk. You jest tech one of these ere fasten-ings, and Ill lay you out flat of your back afore you can sayJack Robinson. The teacher was climbing to the roof with the boa
. The Hoosier school-master : a novel . s of ways of killing acat besides chokin her with butter. Hell come in — ef he dontblow us all sky-high! Ralphs voice was now heard, demanding that the door beopened. Lets open her, said Hank, turning livid with fear at the firm,confident tone of the master. Bud straightened himself up. Hank, youre a coward. Ivegot a mind to kick you. You got me into this blamed mess, andnow you want to flunk. You jest tech one of these ere fasten-ings, and Ill lay you out flat of your back afore you can sayJack Robinson. The teacher was climbing to the roof with the board in hand. That air wont win, laughed Pete Jones outside. He sawthat there was no smoke. Even Bud began to hope that Ralph A STRUGGLE FOR TUB MASTERS 113 would fail for once. The master was now on the ridge-pole ofthe school-house. He took a paper from his pocket, and delib-erately poured the contents down the chimney. Mr. Pete Jones shouted Gunpowder! and started down theroad to be out of the way of the explosion. Dr. Small rcniem-. FIBE AND BRIMSTONE. bered, probably, that his patient might die while he sat there, andstarted on. But Ralph emptied the paper, and laid the board over the chim-ney. What a row there was inside! The benches that werebraced against the door were thrown down, and Hank Banta 114 THE HOOSIER SCHOOL-MASTER. rushed out, rubbing his eyes, coughing frantically, and sure thathe had been blown up. All the rest followed, Bud bringing upthe rear sulkily, but coughing and sneezing for dear life. Sucha smell of sulphur as caine from that school-house ! Betsey had to lean ngainst the fence to giggle. As soon as all were out, Ralph threw the board off the chimney,leaped to the ground, entered the school-house, and opened thewindows. The school soon followed him, and all was still. Would he thrash ? This was the important question inHank Bantas mind. And the rest looked for a battle with Bud. It is just nine oclock, said Ralph, consulting his watch, andIm glad t
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