We hope he will come back, so that we may tell him so.

But there is one fellow here who still says your son is a thief, although he knows as well as we do he isn't.

What shall we do to him ?" Mr Rollitt looked up and down, casting a glance first at his young protectors at the end of the Hall, then scanning the benches before him, then running his eye along the row of prefects, and finally taking the measure of Yorke as he stood and waited for an answer.
Then suddenly the question seemed to come home.
"My son Alf a thief?
There's one of 'em says that, is there?
My son Alf a thief?
Do to him! Why, I'll tell you.

Just keep him till my son Alf comes back, and make him go and say it to his face.

That's what _I_ should do to him, young gents." "That's what we will do," said Yorke.