So I let him go, and grinned to think how much nicer monkeys are when they behave like monkeys, and not like men.
I had a lot of work to do in my study that morning before afternoon school, and so had very little time to think of Odger junior, or any one else.

As it was, I was only just in time to take my usual place in the Greek class when Mr Draven sailed into the room and the lesson began.
I had been so flurried by my hasty arrival that I did not at first observe that the desk on my right, usually occupied by a boy called Potter, was vacant.
"Where's Potter ?" I asked of my neighbour on the left.

"Is he--why, there he is at Browne's old desk!" I added, catching sight of the deserter across the room.
Browne's desk had always been left empty since its late owner went.
None of us had cared to appropriate it, and the sight of it day after day had fed our sorrow over his loss.

It seemed to me, therefore, an act almost of disloyalty on Potter's part towards the memory of my old chum to install himself coolly at his desk without saying a word to anybody.
"What's he gone there for ?" I inquired of Sadgrove on my left.

"He's got no--" "Don't talk to me!" said Sadgrove.
Sadgrove was in a temper, and I wasn't surprised.