"It's rather hot walking." "I guess it will be hotter before long," said some one.

"Plummer looks as if he means to have it out this afternoon." "I hope he won't go asking any awkward questions," said Dicky, who had by this time joined us.
"What's the odds, if you didn't do it ?" demanded the Dux.
"Look out," said Faulkner; "here he comes.

He's beckoning us in." "Now we're in for it!" thought we all.
Plummer evidently meant business this time.

The melancholy ceremony at which he had just assisted had kindled the fires within him, and he sat at his desk glowering as each boy dropped into his place, with the air of a wolf selecting his victim.
As I encountered that awful eye, I found myself secretly wondering whether by any chance I might have shot the dog in a fit of absence of mind.

Brown, I think, was troubled by a similar misgiving.