You must hold out your hand." But Jimmie, realizing that he had come off best in the first round, stood doggedly sniffing, his arms still folded tight.
"Now, James, I shall give you one more chance.

Hold out your hand." Jimmie remained like a statue.
Whack! came the heavy strap over his shoulders.

At once Jimmie set up his refrain, "Go away from me, I tell you! I'm not taking anything to do with you!" Whack! whack! whack! fell the strap with successive blows, each heavier than the last.

There was no longer any laughing in the school.

The affair was growing serious.