the story of a bad boy-第13节
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ing glasses…the ninepenny creams。 I rushed to the nearest window。 It was only five feet to the ground。 I threw myself out as if I had been an old hat。
Landing on my feet； I fled breathlessly down High Street； through Willow； and was turning into Brierwood Place when the sound of several voices； calling to me in distress； stopped my progress。
〃Look out； you fool！ The mine！ The mine！〃 yelled the warning voices。
Several men and boys were standing at the head of the street； making insane gestures to me to avoid something。 But I saw no mine； only in the middle of the road in front of me was a common flour…barrel； which； as I gazed at it； suddenly rose into the air with a terrific explosion。 I felt myself thrown violently off my feet。 I remember nothing else； excepting that； as I went up； I caught a momentary glimpse of Ezra Wingate leering through is shop window like an avenging spirit。
The mine that had wrought me woe was not properly a mine at all； but merely a few ounces of powder placed under an empty keg or barrel and fired with a slow…match。 Boys who didn't happen to have pistols or cannon generally burnt their powder in this fashion。
For an account of what followed I am indebted to hearsay； for I was insensible when the people picked me up and carried me home on a shutter borrowed from the proprietor of Pettingil's saloon。 I was supposed to be killed； but happily （happily for me at least） I was merely stunned。 I lay in a semi…unconscious state until eight o'clock that night； when I attempted to speak。 Miss Abigail； who watched by the bedside； put her ear down to my lips and was saluted with these remarkable words： 〃Strawberry and verneller mixed！〃
〃Mercy on us！ What is the boy saying？〃 cried Miss Abigail。
〃ROOTBEERSOLDHERE！〃
1 This inscription is copied from a triangular…shaped piece of slate； still preserved in the garret of the Nutter House； together with the pistol butt itself； which was subsequently dug up for a postmortem examination。
Chapter Nine
I Become an R。 M。 C。
In the course of ten days I recovered sufficiently from my injuries to attend school； where； for a little while； I was looked upon as a hero； on account of having been blown up。 What don't we make a hero of？ The distraction which prevailed in the classes the week preceding the Fourth bad subsided； and nothing remained to indicate the recent festivities； excepting a noticeable want of eyebrows on the part of Pepper Whitcomb and myself。
In August we had two weeks' vacation。 It was about this time that I became a member of the Rivermouth Centipedes； a secret society composed of twelve of the Temple Grammar School boys。 This was an honor to which I had long aspired； but； being a new boy； I was not admitted to the fraternity until my character had fully developed itself。
It was a very select society； the object of which I never fathomed； though I was an active member of the body during the remainder of my residence at Rivermouth； and at one time held the onerous position of F。 C。； First Centipede。 Each of the elect wore a copper cent （some occult association being established between a cent apiece and a centipedes suspended by a string round his neck。 The medals were worn next the skin； and it was while bathing one day at Grave Point； with Jack Harris and Fred Langdon； that I had my curiosity roused to the highest pitch by a sight of these singular emblems。 As soon as I ascertained the existence of a boys' club； of course I was ready to die to join it。 And eventually I was allowed to join。
The initiation ceremony took place in Fred Langdon's barn； where I was submitted to a series of trials not calculated to soothe the nerves of a timorous boy。 Before being led to the Grotto of Enchantment…such was the modest title given to the loft over my friend's wood…house…my hands were securely pinioned； and my eyes covered with a thick silk handkerchief。 At the head of the stairs I was told in an unrecognizable； husky voice； that it was not yet too late to retreat if I felt myself physically too weak to undergo the necessary tortures。 I replied that I was not too weak； in a tone which I intended to be resolute； but which； in spite of me； seemed to come from the pit of my stomach。
〃It is well！〃 said the husky voice。
I did not feel so sure about that； but； having made up my mind to be a Centipede； a Centipede I was bound to be。 Other boys had passed through the ordeal and lived； why should not I？
A prolonged silence followed this preliminary examination and I was wondering what would come next； when a pistol fired off close by my car deafened me for a moment。 The unknown voice then directed me to take ten steps forward and stop at the word halt。 I took ten steps； and halted。
〃Stricken mortal；〃 said a second husky voice； more husky； if possible； than the first； 〃if you had advanced another inch； you would have disappeared down an abyss three thousand feet deep！〃
I naturally shrunk back at this friendly piece of information。 A prick from some two…pronged instrument； evidently a pitchfork； gently checked my retreat。 I was then conducted to the brink of several other precipices； and ordered to step over many dangerous chasms； where the result would have been instant death if I had committed the least mistake。 I have neglected to say that my movements were accompanied by dismal groans from different parts of the grotto。
Finally； I was led up a steep plank to what appeared to me an incalculable height。 Here I stood breathless while the bylaws were read aloud。 A more extraordinary code of laws never came from the brain of man。 The penalties attached to the abject being who should reveal any of the secrets of the society were enough to make the blood run cold。 A second pistol…shot was heard； the something I stood on sunk with a crash beneath my feet and I fell two miles； as nearly as I could compute it。 At the same instant the handkerchief was whisked from my eyes； and I found myself standing in an empty hogshead surrounded by twelve masked figures fantastically dressed。 One of the conspirators was really appalling with a tin sauce…pan on his head； and a tiger…skin sleigh…robe thrown over his shoulders。 I scarcely need say that there were no vestiges to be seen of the fearful gulfs over which I had passed so cautiously。 My ascent had been to the top of the hogshead； and my descent to the bottom thereof。 Holding one another by the hand； and chanting a low dirge； the Mystic Twelve revolved about me。 This concluded the ceremony。 With a merry shout the boys threw off their masks； and I was declared a regularly installed member of the R。 M。 C。
I afterwards had a good deal of sport out of the club； for these initiations； as you may imagine； were sometimes very comical spectacles； especially when the aspirant for centipedal honors happened to be of a timid disposition。 If he showed the slightest terror； he was certain to be tricked unmercifully。 One of our subsequent devices…a humble invention of my own…was to request the blindfolded candidate to put out his tongue； whereupon the First Centipede would say； in a low tone； as if not intended for the ear of the victim； 〃Diabolus； fetch me the red…hot iron！〃 The expedition with which that tongue would disappear was simply ridiculous。
Our meetings were held in various barns； at no stated periods； but as circumstances suggested。 Any member had a right to call a meeting。 Each boy who failed to report himself was fined one cent。 Whenever a member had reasons for thinking that another member would be unable to attend； he called a meeting。 For instance； immediately on learning the death of Harry Blake's great…grandfather； I issued a call。 By these simple and ingenious measures we kept our treasury in a flourishing condition； sometimes having on hand as much as a dollar and a quarter。
I have said that the society had no special object。 It is true； there was a tacit understanding among us that the Centipedes were to stand by one another on all occasions； though I don't remember that they did； but further than this we had no purpose； unless it was to accomplish as a body the same amount of mischief which we were sure to do as individuals。 To mystify the staid and slow…going Rivermouthians was our frequent pleasure。 Several of our pranks won us such a reputation among the townsfolk； that we were credited with having a large finger in whatever went amiss in the place。
One morning； about a week after my admission into the secret order； the quiet citizens awoke to find that the signboards of all the principal streets had changed places during the night。 People who went trustfully to sleep in Currant Square opened their eyes in Honeysuckle Terrace。 Jones's Avenue at the north end had suddenly become Walnut Street； and Peanut Street was nowhere to be found。 Confusion reigned。 The town authorities took the matter in hand without delay； and six of the Temple Grammar School boys were summoned to appear before justice Clapbam。
Having tearfully disclaimed to my grandfather all knowledge of the transaction； I disappeared from the family circle； and was not apprehended until late in the afternoon； when the Captain dragged me ignominiously from the haymow and conducted me； more d
