Nicely brought up young man, ain't he, I don't think." "Let me alone, -- - you," roared the boy, foaming with rage, and kicking at East, who quietly tripped him up, and deposited him on the floor in a place of safety.
"Gently, young fellow," said he; "'tain't improving for little whippersnappers like you to be indulging in blasphemy; so you stop that, or you'll get something you won't like." "I'll have you both licked when I get out, that I will," rejoined the boy, beginning to snivel.
"Two can play at that game, mind you," said Tom, who had finished his examination of the list.

"Now you just listen here.

We've just come across the fives court, and Jones has four fags there already--two more than he wants.

If he'd wanted us to change, he'd have stopped us himself.

And here, you little blackguard, you've got seven names down on your list besides ours, and five of them School-house." Tom walked up to him, and jerked him on to his legs; he was by this time whining like a whipped puppy.