That's not your desk." I was aware of that, and devoutly hoped the real owner would not arrive on the scene.
"If Tinker kotches you-- Hullo, what _have_ you done with your patent boots ?" "I've changed them," said I; "but do you think Tinker's coming ?" "We'll keep him out if he does--" Just then one of the seniors on the front form, who had been talking to Tempest, leant back, and said in a loud whisper to the boy at the end of the form in front of ours-- "White, see all the new kids have their gloves on properly." Gloves?
I felt my teeth begin to chatter in my head.
Had I not flung my gloves along with my hat and boots into my trunk, thinking they would not be needed?
I had considered them as part of Tempest's little joke.

But evidently I had made a fearful mistake.

For the senior who had given the admonition was not Tempest at all, but his next neighbour; and the fact that it was not given to me but to a monitor made it clear that, however I had been humbugged over the other details of "form," gloves were the order of the day for new boys at first call-over.
In a panic I rose and tried to go out, with the wild idea of rescuing my gloves from my trunk.

But it was impossible to escape.

Not only had my companion his feet up more uncompromisingly than ever, but my sudden movement called down upon me general remarks.
"Shut up I sit down, can't you ?" said my neighbour.