howl, and the heavy fall of the Bounder as he landed on the floor, awoke every fellow in the Form. the thump------” “What “Hallo, hallo, hallo!” the esteemed dickens------” “What A match scratched, and Peter Todd sat up at the, holding it. Three or four fellows jumped out of bed. Another match flickered, and Skinner a lighted candle-end. A dozen voices were exclaiming all at once. Vernon-Smith scrambled to his feet, white with rage. In the glimmer of the matches, Bunter blinked at him. he gasped. “Smithy!” Unheeding, the Bounder ran to the door. He had wanted to get away quietly. But he was going, anyhow. gurgled Bunter blankly. thought it was a burglar! I say, you “Smithy!” “I---I fellows------” He gave a howl. knock a fellow “Ow! Beast! Don’t over! Wow!” Bunter staggered from the path of a fellow in pyjamas, rushing across that the dormitory. Vernon-Smith’s was on the door. In another second he would hand have been gone. But a grasp on the shoulder dragged him back before he could get the door open. you said Tom Redwing quietly. “No, don’t!” THE TENTH CHAPTER. Looking After Smithy! hallo, hallo! Is that a scrap going “HALLO, on?” the jolly old thump is------” “What “Who’s up?” going “What’s on?” ------” “Somebody’s scrapping The Famous Five were all out of bed now. So were Toddy, and Squiff, and Tom Brown, and Skinner and Stott, and four or five other fellows. All were amazed and rather alarmed. say, you fellows------” “I howled Peter Todd. “It’s Bunter!” “And Smithy!” “And Redwing!” by “Scrapping, gum!” my “Well, hat!” All eyes turned in amazement on the two struggling figures by the door, one in
howl, and the heavy fall of the Bounder as he landed on the floor, awoke every fellow in the Form. “What the thump------” “Hallo, hallo, hallo!” “What the esteemed dickens------” A match scratched, and Peter Todd sat up at the, holding it. Three or four fellows jumped out of bed. Another match flickered, and Skinner a lighted candle-end. A dozen voices were exclaiming all at once. Vernon-Smith scrambled to his feet, white with rage. In the glimmer of the matches, Bunter blinked at him. “Smithy!” he gasped. Unheeding, the Bounder ran to the door. He had wanted to get away quietly. But he was going, anyhow. “Smithy!” gurgled Bunter blankly. “I---I thought it was a burglar! I say, you fellows------” He gave a howl. “Ow! Beast! Don’t knock a fellow over! Wow!” Bunter staggered from the path of a fellow in pyjamas, rushing across that the dormitory. Vernon-Smith’s hand was on the door. In another second he would have been gone. But a grasp on the shoulder dragged him back before he could get the door open. “No, you don’t!” said Tom Redwing quietly. THE TENTH CHAPTER. Looking After Smithy! “HALLO, hallo, hallo! Is that a scrap going on?” “What the jolly old thump is------” “Who’s up?” “What’s going on?” “Somebody’s scrapping ------” The Famous Five were all out of bed now. So were Toddy, and Squiff, and Tom Brown, and Skinner and Stott, and four or five other fellows. All were amazed and rather alarmed. “I say, you fellows------” “It’s Bunter!” howled Peter Todd. “And Smithy!” “And Redwing!” “Scrapping, by gum!” “Well, my hat!” All eyes turned in amazement on the two struggling figures by the door, one in