I'm not going to play football to please a cad like Frampton, or any other cad!" What Benjamin says is, for a wonder, the truth.

A curious change had come over Bolsover since the end of last term.

Old Mr Mullany, good old fossil that he was, had resigned.

The boys had heard casually of the event at the end of last term.

But the old gentleman so seldom appeared in their midst, and when he did, so rarely made any show of authority, that the school had grown to look upon him as an inoffensive old fogey, whose movements made very little difference to anybody.
It was not till the holidays were over, and Mr Frampton introduced himself as the new head-master, that Bolsover awoke to the knowledge that a change had taken place.