But Jimmie kept his arms folded tight across his breast, roaring vigorously the while, and saying over and over, "Go away from me! Go away from me, I tell you! I'm not taking anything to do with you." The big boys were enjoying the thing immensely.

The master's rage was deepening in proportion.

He felt it would never do to be beaten.

His whole authority was at stake.
"Now, James," he reasoned, "you see you are only making it worse for yourself.

I cannot allow any disobedience in the school.