CHAPTER TWELVE.
HAGGART'S LIE, BY GERALDINE GLASGOW.
Crawley Major was talking very impressively in the great class-room of Felton College.

Even the few slow boys who were still mumbling over their Latin grammar for next day had one ear pricked up to hear what he was saying.

"I'll tell you what it is," said Crawley Major, addressing them generally: "the Doctor is in a furious wax, and he will be pretty free with his canings and impositions to-morrow.

I just happened to be taking a message to Barclay, when he comes fussing in, not seeing me, and just _swells_ up to Barclay, _purple_ with rage.

`Somebody has had the boat out on the river again, Mr Barclay,' he says, `notwithstanding my orders and all the fines and punishments I have imposed, and I'm determined to find out who it is.' Then he saw me and turned purple again.