I mean to read it to you, and I hope you won't forget it in a hurry." "You shan't read it; it wasn't to you!" said Dangle, making a rush at the paper; "give it back!" "You shall have it back," said Yorke in a warmer temper than any one had seen him in before, "when I've read it.

Stop, and listen _to it.
It'll_ do you good." "Read away!" sneered Dangle, giving up the contest.

"It's the truth." Yorke read, and as he proceeded, shame and anger rose to boiling-point in the audience, so that towards the end the reader's voice was almost drowned in the hisses.
"There," said the captain, crumpling up the paper in his hand and flinging it at the writer's feet, "there's your letter; and until you apologise to the whole school you have insulted, you needn't expect we'll bury the hatchet!" Dangle scowled round and tried to swagger.
"Is that all the business ?" he sneered.
"No!" shouted some voices.

"He ought to be kicked." "Wait a bit," cried Wally, excitedly, standing on a form, "there's Rollitt's governor just come.

Some of our chaps have gone to fetch him.
He'll--" Here the door opened, and, escorted by half a dozen of the juniors, Mr Rollitt, looking more bewildered than ever, walked in.
He looked apologetically from one side to the other, saying, "Thank'ee kindly," and "No offence, young gents," until he found himself at the end of the Hall among the prefects.
Then Yorke got up again, still hot with temper, and a dead silence ensued.