Remove---held high out of Fish reach. ‘s frantic Bolsover major chuckled. He had borrowed money from the schoolboy Shylock, but that did not prevent him from despising the young rascal from the bottom of his heart. And he was idle and ill-tempered, and at such times he found entertainment in ragging and bullying. for he grinned. book “Jump it!” pie-faced roared Fisher T. Fish. “You geck!” “You hand me that, or I guess make potato scrapings of I’ll you! That looks valuable!” He jumped for the book. Bolsover major gave him another shove, and he sat down again. that he yelled, as he scrambled up “Gimme book!” you Redwing, you make that breathlessly. “Here, guy gimme my book!” Tom Redwing gave him a glance of contempt. it into the river, he suggested. “Chuck Bolsover.” you---you gasped Fisher T. “Why, pesky geck!” Fish. you goob, gimmee that book! say “Say, I’ll I’ll walk all over you if you hand it over don’t smart!” Bolsover major walked down to the landing-place he made a motion of tossing the account-book into the Sark, and Fisher T. Fish, in desperate alarm, leaped at him and grasped him. Fishy was no fighting man. But the worm will there was no doubt that Fishy was a worm! He grabbed the burly Removite with bony claws
Remove---held high out of Fish ‘s frantic reach. Bolsover major chuckled. He had borrowed money from the schoolboy Shylock, but that did not prevent him from despising the young rascal from the bottom of his heart. And he was idle and ill-tempered, and at such times he found entertainment in ragging and bullying. “Jump for it!” he grinned. book “You pie-faced geck!” roared Fisher T. Fish. “You hand me that, or I guess I’ll make potato scrapings of you! That looks valuable!” He jumped for the book. Bolsover major gave him another shove, and he sat down again. “Gimme that book!” he yelled, as he scrambled up breathlessly. “Here, you Redwing, you make that guy gimme my book!” Tom Redwing gave him a glance of contempt. “Chuck it into the river, Bolsover.” he suggested. “Why, you---you pesky geck!” gasped Fisher T. Fish. “Say, you goob, gimmee that book! I’ll say I’ll walk all over you if you don’t hand it over smart!” Bolsover major walked down to the landing-place he made a motion of tossing the account-book into the Sark, and Fisher T. Fish, in desperate alarm, leaped at him and grasped him. Fishy was no fighting man. But the worm will there was no doubt that Fishy was a worm! He grabbed the burly Removite with bony claws