Master Dewey was the ringleader of these young rebels, and chuckled with delight when the quiet-looking, ordinary-sized teacher sauntered down the highway to begin his duties in the schoolroom.
At the time of the gentleman's appearance George was sitting astride of a big limb in a tree at the side of the road, his pockets bulging with stones, which he was hurling with unpleasant accuracy at every one who came within range.

Several youngsters were howling from having served as targets to the urchin up the tree, and as soon as Mr.Pangborn saw how things were going he shouted to Dewey to stop his sport.

The boy replied by advising the teacher to go to the hottest region named in works on theology, and, descending the tree, led several young scamps in an attack upon the instructor.

There was a lively brush, in which it cannot be said that either party was the victor.
A drawn battle is always unsatisfactory to two armies, and George determined to have it out in the schoolroom with the teacher, who, expecting the struggle, had prepared for it and was as eager as the boys for the fight.

As before, Dewey was the leader in the attack on the pedagogue, who was wiry, active, and strong.