By and by, Mr.Dobbins straightened himself up, yawned, then unlocked his desk, and reached for his book, but seemed undecided whether to take it out or leave it.

Most of the pupils glanced up languidly, but there were two among them that watched his movements with intent eyes.

Mr.Dobbins fingered his book absently for a while, then took it out and settled himself in his chair to read! Tom shot a glance at Becky.

He had seen a hunted and helpless rabbit look as she did, with a gun levelled at its head.

Instantly he forgot his quarrel with her.