You needn't think because ma took you on for the asking, you're going to turn up your nose at the place!" "I don't think so," said Jeffreys, struggling hard with himself.

"How many boys are there here ?" "Forty-four.

Are you anything of a teacher?
Can you keep order ?" "I don't know; I haven't tried yet." "Well, just mind what you're about.

Keep your hands off the boys; we don't want manslaughter or anything of that sort here." Jeffreys started.

Was it possible that this was a random shot, or did Trimble know about Bolsover and young Forrester?
The next remark somewhat reassured him.
"They're looking sharp after private schools now; so mind, hands off.
There's one o'clock striking.