Noaks, however, who would have paid any price for the privilege of being able to hobnob with those who were in any higher position than himself, was ready to follow his two Sixth Form cronies to any extreme they might suggest.
"Well," he inquired, "and what's to be the trick ?" "I only just thought of one on the spur of the moment," answered Fletcher; "but if no one else has a better to suggest, I daresay it'll do.

We might screw up little Grice's bedroom door so as to get him down late in the morning; his room's right away at the end of the passage.

There is a screw-driver belonging to Oaks lying in one of the empty lockers--it has his name on the handle; and if we happened to drop it as we came away, I think that in the face of this row it would look uncommonly like his doing.

D'you twig ?" There was something so mean and cowardly in this scheme, and in the manner in which the proposal was made, that even Thurston gave vent to an exclamation of contempt.
"So that's your little game, is it ?" he inquired.
"Yes, that's it; that's my little project for putting a stop to the Wraxby match.

There'll be an awful row, and the doctor'll keep the team from going.