Wish him good-night, Julius." Julius once more pinned his affrighted victim to the bank, and then following at his master's heels, left the bruised and bewildered Jonah to limp home as best he could.
The day he had had yesterday had been nothing in comparison with to-day! In the school, meanwhile, there was jubilation and thanksgiving over the fact that Jonah had a bad headache.

Jeffreys, with the first and second classes merged for the occasion into one, amazed Mrs Trimble by the order and industry which he commanded.
"The young man's worth his money," said the good lady, with a sigh of relief, for she had counted on losing her nap for that day at least, and was grateful beyond measure to find her fears disappointed.
As for the first class, they got completely spoiled by their day's change of teacher, and vowed they would all become dunces in order to be put back in the second class.
"I say, Jeff," said Teddy confidentially, as the school was being dismissed, "_is_ there any chance of his dying?
It's been so ripping to-day without him." "Hold your tongue, sir," said Jeffreys, in a tone which astonished his bloodthirsty young confidant; "you're old enough to know better than talk like that." Teddy looked very miserable at this rebuke.
"Don't be in a wax with me, Jeff," he said appealingly.

"Whatever would I do if you got to hate me ?" Jeffreys was not proof against this, and walked home with his two young friends, beguiling the way with cheery talk, which effectually dispelled the cloud which his passing anger had roused.
On his way back he felt impelled to climb for a moment on the bank at his favourite spot.

It amazed him to see the ground all torn up, and to find a trowel lying half bedded in the turf at the top.

Still more did it surprise and perplex him to find a penknife, which he recognised at once as belonging to Trimble, and which he distinctly recollected having seen in that hero's hand during school the afternoon of the preceding day.