The present youth belonged to a house which was very jealous of the School-house, and always picked out School-house fags when he could find them.

However, this time he'd got the wrong sow by the ear.

His captors slammed the great door of the hall, and East put his back against it, while Tom gave the prisoner a shake up, took away his list, and stood him up on the floor, while he proceeded leisurely to examine that document.
* A kind and wise critic, an old Rugboean, notes here in the margin: "The small friend system was not so utterly bad from 1841-1847." Before that, too, there were many noble friendships between big and little boys; but I can't strike out the passage.

Many boys will know why it is left in.
"Let me out, let me go!" screamed the boy, in a furious passion.

"I'll go and tell Jones this minute, and he'll give you both the -- - thrashing you ever had." "Pretty little dear," said East, patting the top of his hat.--"Hark how he swears, Tom.