I could swear to nothing except this.' He touched his head and smiled.
'The cowardly wretches!' cried Mrs.Haddon, her bosom swelling with indignation.
'They're all that,' said Harry, 'but this is something to be grateful for.

Can't you see what it means?
It means that everyone is ready to believe Frank's story now, an' a broken head's worth having at that price, ain't it ?' 'You're a good fellow, Harry,' said the little widow softly.

'Do you think they might let Frank go now?
'No, worse luck, not without further evidence; but the company'll probably go in for a big hunt, an' that may be the saving of him.' This latter piece of news gave Dick further cause for agitation, and his mother's distress grew with his deepening melancholy.

She was alarmed for his health, and had been trying ever since the return from Yarraman to induce him to drink copious draughts of her favorite specific, camomile tea, but without success; the boy knew of no ailment and could imagine none that would not be preferable to camomile tea taken in large doses.
On the following morning at about eleven o'clock a visitor called upon Mr.Joel Ham at the school, a slightly-built skinny man in a drab suit.
He carried a small parcel, and this he opened on the master's desk as he talked in a slow sleepy way, the sleepiness accented by his inability to lift his eyelids like other people, so that they hung drowsily, almost veiling the eyes.

After a few minutes Joel stepped forward and addressed the Fifth Class: 'Boys, attend! Each of you take off his left boot.' The boys stared incredulously.
'Your left boots,' repeated the master.