s him and caught him roughly by the shoulder.

"Ha! I have you, you young imp!" he cried. "How dare you do such a thing
to me! How dare you!" And he shook the boy as a dog shakes a rat.

"St--top!" spluttered the pupil, in consternation and alarm. "Stop, I
say! I--I---- Oh, Mr. Haskers, let up, please! Don't shake me to
pieces!"

"Well, I never!" whispered Dave to Phil and Roger.

"Who is it?"

"Nat Poole."

"Oh my! but he's catching it right enough," chuckled the senator's son.

"Will unharness my horse!" went on Job Haskers. "Will throw me on my
head in the snow! Oh, you imp!" And he continued to shake poor Nat until
the latter's teeth rattled.

"I--I won't stand this!" cried Nat at last, and struck out blindly,
landing a blow on the teacher's ear.

"Ha! so you dare to strike me!" spluttered Job Haskers. "I--I----"

"Let go! I haven't done anything!" roared Nat. "Let go, or I'll kick!"

Now, the assistant teacher did not fancy being kicked, so he dropped
his hold and Nat Poole speedily retreated to a safe distance.

"You unharnessed my horse----" began Job Haskers.

"I never touched your horse--I don't know anything about your horse,"
exploded Nat.

"Didn't I catch you?"

"I just came from the library. I left a pair of skates in the gym., and
I was going to get them. I've been in the library for half an hour,"
went on the dude of the school. "It's an outrage the way you've treated
me. I am going to report it to Doctor Clay." And he started for the
front door of the school.

"Wait! Stop!" called Job Haskers, in sudden alarm. "Do you mean to say
you know absolutely nothing about this?"

"No, I don't."

"Somebody came out here while I was in the Hall and unharnessed the
horse."

"Well, it wasn't me, and you had no right to pounce on me as you did,"
grumbled Nat Poole. "I am going to report it to Doctor Clay."

"Stop! I--er--if I made a mistake, Poole, I am sorry for it," said the
teacher, in a more subdued tone. "Have you any idea who could have
played this trick on me?"

"No, and I don't care," snorted the dudish pupil. "I am going to report
to the doctor and see if he will allow an innocent pupil to be handled
like a tramp." And off marched Nat Poole, just as angry as Job Haskers.

"Good for Nat," whispered Phil. "I hope he does report old Haskers."

"We must look out that we are not caught," answered Dave. "How funny it
did look when Haskers went over the dashboard!" And he laughed merrily