hope for the chuckled Skinner. “Let’s best!” young ass, without much remarked Bolsover major “Some experience” from Quelch! We shall jolly well be able to rag him in thoughtfully. “Bit different the Remove.” said Redwing. the man a “Oh, rot!” “Give chance.” to you! What do you think, asked Bolsover major, looking round “Rats Smithy?” at the Bounder. Herbert Vernon-Smith was standing at the window of the Rag, looking out into the quadrangle, and had not been taking part in the talk, or heeding it. He did not turn his head as Bolsover addressed him. His eyes were fixed on a magnificent Rolls car that had turned in at the gates. The expression on his face was not pleasant. It was his car; the Bounder was expecting a visit from father’s Mr. Vernon-Smith that afternoon. He was not looking forward to it with any pleasure. roared Bolsover major. “Gone deaf, Smithy?” answered Smithy, over his shoulder. “Oh, rats!” He turned and walked towards the door. hallo! exclaimed Bob Cherry, as he “Hallo, hallo, That’s Smithy’s pater’s car!” sighted the Rolls through the window. for grinned Skinner. looks as if to enjoy “Visit Smithy!” “He he’s goin’ it!” Tom Redwing hurriedly left the Rag after the Bounder. The other fellows were left discussing news of a temporary beak, who was coming in a day or Bunter’s two to take the Remove in place. Vernon-Smith went up to the Remove Quelch’s passage to his study, perhaps not noticing that his chum was following him. Redwing overtook him at the door of Study No. 4 in the remove, and caught him by the arm. come, he exclaimed. “You father’s Smithy!” know “I that.” you going out to—” “Aren’t “No!” Vernon-Smith went into the study. Redwing followed him in, with a clouded brow. you better—” he asked anxiously. “Hadn’t I ever do what I had sneered the Bounder, as he threw himself into “Do better?” the armchair. going to see the Head—he will see me afterwards, here. “The pater’s
“Let’s hope for the best!” chuckled Skinner. “Some young ass, without much experience” remarked Bolsover major thoughtfully. “Bit different from Quelch! We shall jolly well be able to rag him in the Remove.” “Oh, rot!” said Redwing. “Give the man a chance.” “Rats to you! What do you think, Smithy?” asked Bolsover major, looking round at the Bounder. Herbert Vernon-Smith was standing at the window of the Rag, looking out into the quadrangle, and had not been taking part in the talk, or heeding it. He did not turn his head as Bolsover addressed him. His eyes were fixed on a magnificent Rolls car that had turned in at the gates. The expression on his face was not pleasant. It was his father’s car; the Bounder was expecting a visit from Mr. Vernon-Smith that afternoon. He was not looking forward to it with any pleasure. “Gone deaf, Smithy?” roared Bolsover major. “Oh, rats!” answered Smithy, over his shoulder. He turned and walked towards the door. “Hallo, hallo, hallo! That’s Smithy’s pater’s car!” exclaimed Bob Cherry, as he sighted the Rolls through the window. “Visit for Smithy!” grinned Skinner. “He looks as if he’s goin’ to enjoy it!” Tom Redwing hurriedly left the Rag after the Bounder. The other fellows were left discussing Bunter’s news of a temporary beak, who was coming in a day or two to take the Remove in Quelch’s place. Vernon-Smith went up to the Remove passage to his study, perhaps not noticing that his chum was following him. Redwing overtook him at the door of Study No. 4 in the remove, and caught him by the arm. “You father’s come, Smithy!” he exclaimed. “I know that.” “Aren’t you going out to—” “No!” Vernon-Smith went into the study. Redwing followed him in, with a clouded brow. “Hadn’t you better—” he asked anxiously. “Do I ever do what I had better?” sneered the Bounder, as he threw himself into the armchair. “The pater’s going to see the Head—he will see me afterwards, here.