CHAPTER SEVEN.
TRIAL BY JURY.
Fisher minor's hopes rose high within him as he stalked his debtor across the School Green.

Three times already he had encountered him, but fate had stepped in to prevent the collection of his dues.

Now-- He had arrived at this stage when a voice at his side sent a cold shiver down his back.
"Hullo, kid, got you at last, then?
That's what you call waiting where I left you, do you ?" "I didn't promise to wait," said Fisher.

"You told me to." "It's the same thing.

Now you'll come along with me, my beauty." Had Fisher minor been anything but a raw hand, it might have occurred to him that it would take Percy Wheatfield all his time to convey a boy his, Fisher's, size against his will into Forder's house.