"Come right along." The boys obeyed his invitation, approaching him, but more warily, and awaiting their chance to rush.

Suddenly Thomas, with a savage snarl, put his head down and rushed in beneath the master's guard, paid no attention to the heavy blow he received on the head, and locking his arms round the master's middle, buried his head close into his chest.
At once Ranald and Billy Ross threw themselves upon the struggling pair and carried them to the floor, the master underneath.

There was a few moments of fierce struggling, and then the master lay still, with the four boys holding him down for dear life.
It was Thomas who assumed command.
"Don't choke him so, Ranald," he said.

"And clear out of the way, all you girls and little chaps." "What are you going to do, Thomas ?" asked Don, acknowledging Thomas's new-born leadership.
"Tie him up," said Thomas.

"Get me a sash." At once two or three little boys rushed to the hooks and brought one or two of the knitted sashes that hung there, and Thomas proceeded to tie the master's legs.
While he was thus busily engaged, a shadow darkened the door, and a voice exclaimed, "What is all this about ?" It was the minister, who had been driving past and had come upon the terrified, weeping children rushing home.
"Is that you, Thomas?
And you, Don ?" The boys let go their hold and stood up, shamed but defiant.
Immediately the master was on his feet, and with a swift, fierce blow, caught Thomas on the chin.