What business have you got here, I should like to know ?--As for you," continued the speaker, casting a scornful glance at the originator of the outrage, "I should have thought a fellow who's a prefect ought to know better than to go rioting with every scamp in the school." Thurston's conduct on the cricket field had clearly proved him to be no coward.

He stood his ground, and returned Allingford's angry glances with a look of fierce defiance.

He attempted to make some reply, but somehow the words failed him, and turning on his heel he walked away to his own study.
"Confound that fellow Fletcher!" he muttered between his teeth.
"He always takes precious good care to sneak away when there's any row on.

If it wasn't for that money I owe him, I'd punch his head." Half an hour later there was a sharp rap at the door, and Allingford, Oaks, and Acton entered the room.
"Well," said Thurston, looking up with a frown from the book he was reading, "what d'you want now?
I don't remember asking you fellows to come and see me.

A chap can't call his study his own nowadays." "No," answered Acton grimly.