And each of you boys must attend an extra drill to- morrow and write out one hundred lines--except," added he, catching sight of me, "except Jones iv., whom I have already had to punish, and who must write two hundred lines." It was a study to watch Tempest's face during this speech.

It was all he could do to wait to the end.
"It's not fair," said he, with pale cheeks and angry brow.

"It's a half-holiday, and boys always get half an hour's grace." "That is not the rule," said the master.
"It's the practice, sir.

Half these boys are in my house, and I have given them leave to stay.

I also allowed the fireworks." "Tempest, we will speak of this presently--" "No, sir," blurted out Tempest, "the fellows have done nothing wrong; and if they have, I'm responsible to Dr England about it." Mr Jarman was not the man to give himself away in a public discussion, and coolly walked off, observing-- "I shall expect the list of names to-night, Tempest." Tempest's reply was a short, defiant laugh, which made the master turn a moment, as if about to notice it.