Fancy, then, our amazement to behold him laying the cane on Heriot's shoulders as fiercely as he could, and Boddy seconding him.

The scene was terrible.

We were all at our desks doing evening tasks for the morrow, a great matchday at cricket, Boddy watching over us, and bellowing, 'Silence at your work, you lazy fellows, if you want lessons to be finished at ten in the morning!' A noise came growing up to us from below, up the stairs from the wet-weather shed, and Heriot burst into the room, old Rippenger after him, panting.
'Mr.Boddy, you were right,' he cried, 'I find him a prowler, breaking all rules of discipline.

A perverted, impudent rascal! An example shall be set to my school, sir.

We have been falling lax.