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As
the
school
quieted
down
Tom
made
an
honest
effort
to
study
,
but
the
turmoil
within
him
was
too
great
.
In
turn
he
took
his
place
in
the
reading
class
and
made
a
botch
of
it
;
then
in
the
geography
class
and
turned
lakes
into
mountains
,
mountains
into
rivers
,
and
rivers
into
continents
,
till
chaos
was
come
again
;
then
in
the
spelling
class
,
and
got
"
turned
down
,
"
by
a
succession
of
mere
baby
words
,
till
he
brought
up
at
the
foot
and
yielded
up
the
pewter
medal
which
he
had
worn
with
ostentation
for
months
.
The
harder
Tom
tried
to
fasten
his
mind
on
his
book
,
the
more
his
ideas
wandered
.
So
at
last
,
with
a
sigh
and
a
yawn
,
he
gave
it
up
.
It
seemed
to
him
that
the
noon
recess
would
never
come
.
The
air
was
utterly
dead
.
There
was
not
a
breath
stirring
.
It
was
the
sleepiest
of
sleepy
days
.
The
drowsing
murmur
of
the
five
and
twenty
studying
scholars
soothed
the
soul
like
the
spell
that
is
in
the
murmur
of
bees
.
Away
off
in
the
flaming
sunshine
,
Cardiff
Hill
lifted
its
soft
green
sides
through
a
shimmering
veil
of
heat
,
tinted
with
the
purple
of
distance
;
a
few
birds
floated
on
lazy
wing
high
in
the
air
;
no
other
living
thing
was
visible
but
some
cows
,
and
they
were
asleep
.
Tom
's
heart
ached
to
be
free
,
or
else
to
have
something
of
interest
to
do
to
pass
the
dreary
time
.
His
hand
wandered
into
his
pocket
and
his
face
lit
up
with
a
glow
of
gratitude
that
was
prayer
,
though
he
did
not
know
it
.
Then
furtively
the
percussion-cap
box
came
out
.
He
released
the
tick
and
put
him
on
the
long
flat
desk
.
The
creature
probably
glowed
with
a
gratitude
that
amounted
to
prayer
,
too
,
at
this
moment
,
but
it
was
premature
:
for
when
he
started
thankfully
to
travel
off
,
Tom
turned
him
aside
with
a
pin
and
made
him
take
a
new
direction
.
Tom
's
bosom
friend
sat
next
him
,
suffering
just
as
Tom
had
been
,
and
now
he
was
deeply
and
gratefully
interested
in
this
entertainment
in
an
instant
.
This
bosom
friend
was
Joe
Harper
.
The
two
boys
were
sworn
friends
all
the
week
,
and
embattled
enemies
on
Saturdays
.
Joe
took
a
pin
out
of
his
lapel
and
began
to
assist
in
exercising
the
prisoner
.
The
sport
grew
in
interest
momently
.
Soon
Tom
said
that
they
were
interfering
with
each
other
,
and
neither
getting
the
fullest
benefit
of
the
tick
.
So
he
put
Joe
's
slate
on
the
desk
and
drew
a
line
down
the
middle
of
it
from
top
to
bottom
.
"
Now
,
"
said
he
,
"
as
long
as
he
is
on
your
side
you
can
stir
him
up
and
I
'll
let
him
alone
;
but
if
you
let
him
get
away
and
get
on
my
side
,
you
're
to
leave
him
alone
as
long
as
I
can
keep
him
from
crossing
over
.
"
"
All
right
,
go
ahead
;
start
him
up
.
"
The
tick
escaped
from
Tom
,
presently
,
and
crossed
the
equator
.
Joe
harassed
him
awhile
,
and
then
he
got
away
and
crossed
back
again
.
This
change
of
base
occurred
often
.
While
one
boy
was
worrying
the
tick
with
absorbing
interest
,
the
other
would
look
on
with
interest
as
strong
,
the
two
heads
bowed
together
over
the
slate
,
and
the
two
souls
dead
to
all
things
else
.
At
last
luck
seemed
to
settle
and
abide
with
Joe
.
The
tick
tried
this
,
that
,
and
the
other
course
,
and
got
as
excited
and
as
anxious
as
the
boys
themselves
,
but
time
and
again
just
as
he
would
have
victory
in
his
very
grasp
,
so
to
speak
,
and
Tom
's
fingers
would
be
twitching
to
begin
,
Joe
's
pin
would
deftly
head
him
off
,
and
keep
possession
.
At
last
Tom
could
stand
it
no
longer
.
The
temptation
was
too
strong
.
So
he
reached
out
and
lent
a
hand
with
his
pin
.
Joe
was
angry
in
a
moment
.
Said
he
:
"
Tom
,
you
let
him
alone
.
"
"
I
only
just
want
to
stir
him
up
a
little
,
Joe
.
"
"
No
,
sir
,
it
ai
n't
fair
;
you
just
let
him
alone
.
"
"
Blame
it
,
I
ai
n't
going
to
stir
him
much
.
"
