Leave Jarman's till the morning." "All right." And I departed, not a little impressed with the incident.
The captain had disappointed me a little.

I should have liked to see him knock Jarman down, or at least openly defy him; whereas he seemed to back him up, although much against his will.

The net result to me was that I had three hundred lines to write on my third day at school, and that, for a well-meaning youth, was tribulation enough.
I took Redwood's advice and wrote the doctor's lines that evening, trusting to a chance next forenoon of satisfying the demands of Mr Jarman.

To their credit be it said, some of the faggery helped me out with my task, and as we all wrote in the same style of penmanship, namely, a back-handed slope spread out very wide to cover as much ground as possible, it was very difficult when all was done to believe that the performance was a co-operative one.
Before going to bed I told Tempest of my adventure, and had the satisfaction of receiving his complete sympathy.
"That's the worst of Redwood--he'll let it all slide.

I wish I'd been with you when it happened.