"Hullo, there goes Peleg!" was the shout.
"Let's give him a rousing farewell, boys," came from Tom Rover. "Hi,
there, Peleg, come here."
"Can't, I'm in a hurry," responded the man-of-all-work, who had had the
cadets plague him before.
"Oh, you must come," was the cry, and in a moment more Peleg Snuggers
was surrounded.
"Let us march him around on our shoulders," went on Tom. "Peleg loves
that, I know he does."
"Don't, neither!" cried the general-utility man. "Now, Tom Rover, you
just let me alone."
"We'll carry you around for your rheumatism, Peleg. You've got
rheumatism, haven't you?"
"No, I haven't."
"It's good for the lumbago, too."
"Ain't got no lumba--Oh, crickey! Let me down, boys. I don't want a
ride!"
"Behold, the conquering hero comes!" announced Sam, as six of the boys
hoisted poor Snuggers up into the air. "Now, sit up straight, Peleg.
Don't you want a sword?"
"Here's a broom," put in Fred Garrison, and handed over an article
which was worn to a stump.
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