interest for Coker & Co., but it had for the three fellows in the boat, who were heading for the bank. gasped Coker, at last, breaking his “My boat!” silence. My hat! My “My boat! boat!” Potter and Greene stared. said Greene in astonishment. “ It’s Coker’s boat!” Highcliffe kids in it “But they’re a!” know that remarked Potter. “I gang!” “One’s Ponsonby---a cheeky young blackguard, if you like! And Gadsby and Monson------” my articulated Coker. I know my own “It’s boat!” boat when I see it! Those young rascals have got my give them getting hold of my boat! Jump boat! I’ll on ‘em!” Coker dropped the picnic basket and pushed back his cuffs. Horace Coker had given up hope of recapturing that boat, so long as the Remove rebellion lasted. This was a chance not to be to mention the satisfaction of thrashing the cheeky young rascals who were in it! It was cheeky enough of the Removites to bag boat, but they, at least, belonged to Coker’s Coker’s school. Pon & Co. bid not, and their nerve, in pulling about the Sark in boat, almost took Coker’s away. Coker was prepared to make Horace’s breath an example of anyone he found he was prepared to make a more horrible example of Highcliffians than of Greyfriars fellows! This was, in opinion, Coker’s
interest for Coker & Co., but it had for the three fellows in the boat, who were heading for the bank. “My boat!” gasped Coker, at last, breaking his silence. “My boat! My hat! My boat!” Potter and Greene stared. “ It’s Coker’s boat!” said Greene in astonishment. “But they’re Highcliffe kids in it a!” “I know that gang!” remarked Potter. “One’s Ponsonby---a cheeky young blackguard, if you like! And Gadsby and Monson------” “It’s my boat!” articulated Coker. I know my own boat when I see it! Those young rascals have got my boat! I’ll give them getting hold of my boat! Jump on ‘em!” Coker dropped the picnic basket and pushed back his cuffs. Horace Coker had given up hope of recapturing that boat, so long as the Remove rebellion lasted. This was a chance not to be to mention the satisfaction of thrashing the cheeky young rascals who were in it! It was cheeky enough of the Removites to bag Coker’s boat, but they, at least, belonged to Coker’s school. Pon & Co. bid not, and their nerve, in pulling about the Sark in Coker’s boat, almost took Horace’s breath away. Coker was prepared to make an example of anyone he found he was prepared to make a more horrible example of Highcliffians than of Greyfriars fellows! This was, in Coker’s opinion,