I shan't stand it much longer.

What does he want with Yorke! Perhaps it's a challenge.

Yes, by the way, very good chance! I'll see what that cad Wally's got to say about those kids I found in his room yesterday.

Nice old games he gets up to; Wally's all very well when he's asleep, or grubbing, or doing impositions, but he's a sight too artful out of school, like all those Classic kids.

One's as bad as another." As if to emphasise this sentiment, a Classic kid at that moment came violently into collision with Master Percy's waistcoat.
It was Fisher minor, who had once more caught sight in the distance of the mysterious borrower of his half-crown, and was giving chase.
"Where are you coming to, you kid.