But after morning school, he was going out to solace himself with some solitary kicks at the football, when just on the steps of the house Brinkman pounced upon him.
"I've got you now, have I, you cad ?" said he.

"You just come back with me." "I won't.

Let go!" cried Corder, in a temporary panic, wriggling himself away and escaping a few yards.
Brinkman, however, was quickly after him, determined this time to hold him fast.

Corder, though a senior, was a small boy, and had never before thought of pitting, himself against the Modern bully.
But once already this term he had come suddenly to realise that he could do better than he gave himself credit for.

And now that matters seemed desperate, when there was no escape, and his fate stared him in the face, it occurred to Corder he would show fight.
He had right on his side.