CHAPTER Ten--I Fight Conway.
There was one person, however, who cherished a strong suspicion that the Centipedes had had a hand in the business; and that person was Conway.
His red hair seemed to change to a livelier red, and his sallow cheeks to a deeper sallow, as we glanced at him stealthily over the tops of our slates the next day in school.

He knew we were watching him, and made sundry mouths and scowled in the most threatening way over his sums.
Conway had an accomplishment peculiarly his own--that of throwing his thumbs out of joint at will.

Sometimes while absorbed in study, or on becoming nervous at recitation, he performed the feat unconsciously.
Throughout this entire morning his thumbs were observed to be in a chronic state of dislocation, indicating great mental agitation on the part of the owner.

We fully expected an outbreak from him at recess; but the intermission passed off tranquilly, somewhat to our disappointment.
At the close of the afternoon session it happened that Binny Wallace and myself, having got swamped in our Latin exercise, were detained in school for the purpose of refreshing our memories with a page of Mr.
Andrews's perplexing irregular verbs.

Binny Wallace finishing his task first, was dismissed.