"What do you say, Hawkesbury ?" Hawkesbury smiled in an amused way, as if it was a joke.
This appeared to incense Smith greatly, as usual.
"Why ever don't you say what you think instead of grinning ?" he blurted out.
"Why, you know, my dear fellow, we leave it all to you.

I agree to anything!" I verily believe if Smith had had a boot in his hand it would have found its way in the direction of his enemy's smile.

Happily he hadn't; so he turned his back on the speaker, and proceeded, "Very well, then we'd better sign these at once.

I've got a pen and ink here.

Look sharp, you fellows." "Don't you think," said Hawkesbury, blandly, once more, "as it's all been left to the captain, he had better sign the paper in the name of the school?
You don't mind, Smith, I'm sure ?" Smith snatched up the pen hastily, and signed his name at the foot of each document.
"I'm not afraid, if that's what you mean." I could watch the working of his face as he hurriedly folded each paper up into the form of a note, and knew the storm that was going on in his own breast.