Besides, I had myself once heard him speak about shooting rooks at home with a pistol.
Oddly enough, chance was to put in my way a means of setting my mind at rest almost immediately.
"I say, kid," said the Dux, as I entered the schoolroom just before the time, "I've left my Latin grammar in my locker upstairs.

Look sharp, or you'll be late again and catch it." That was his style all over--insult and injury hand in hand.

He only practised it on fellows he really liked, too.
"I say, I can't," pleaded I.

"Plummer will give it me hot if he catches me again.

I've got it pretty bad as it is." "I know you have; that's why I tell you to look sharp." It was no good arguing with Tempest.