I'm afraid there'll be a row about it." "Any fool could tell that," said Tempest, with troubled face.
"I wish you hadn't been there," said I; "they may think it was you." "Let them," said he, with a laugh which was anything but merry.

I was longing to hear what had happened to him last night, but he did not volunteer any information, and I did not care to question him.
Horribly uneasy, I was about to seek the questionable consolations of my comrades, when the school messenger entered with a long face.
"Master Tempest, the head master wants to see you at once." "All right," said Tempest.
"He said I was to bring you." "If you want to carry me, you may," said Tempest, with a short laugh; "if not, wait a moment and I'll come.

Jones, tell Pridgin I want to speak to him--wait, I'll go to him." The school messenger looked as if he felt it his duty to take the senior at his word.

Had Tempest been a smaller boy, he might have done so.

As it was, he repeated,-- "At once, please, sir." Tempest took no notice, but went across the passage to his friend's room.
When he reappeared in a minute or two, Pridgin was with him, and without taking further notice of the messenger's presence the two walked arm-in- arm out of the house and across the quadrangle.
The news of the summons spread like wildfire.