meddling beast, who knew that he was a Greyfriars fellow, and was going to report him at the school— belong to rapped the young man. “You Greyfriars?” It was not much use deny it when he was wearing a Greyfriars cark, “Oh! Yes!” and the man evidently knew the school colours. “Your Form?” gasped Bunter. “Remove!” The hard eyes glinted. They turned on the signboard showing over the fence. The young man raised his hand and pointed. place is out of bounds for Greyfriars he snapped. “That boys!” gasped Bunter. “I—I wasn’t there!” “Your name?” gasped Bunter. “Oh lor’!” It was evident that this beast, never he might happen to be, was going to report hin at the school. Bunter could see that. He could have no other reason for inquiring his name. Bunter concede that much, but he could not understand the keen intensity with which the hard eyes regarded him. He could not dream of the thoughts in the mind of the man with a borrowed name. But one thing was clear to Bunter—if this meddling beast went to the school to report that he had seen a Greyfriars boy getting out of the most disreputable haunt in the county, he was not going to be able to give the name! Bunter was not bright—but he was bright enough not to give the interfering stranger his name. Instead of answering, therefore, he backed away, with the intention of scudding off A hand was on his shoulder the next moment, with a grip so hard that Bunter felt as if his bones would crack, and he gave a yell. Leggo! “Ow! Wow!” snapped the man. “Your name?” mind giving my name, of—course!” and gasped Bunter. say, “I——I don’t “I—I you—you mention it for the school——“ didn’t me your name on “Give once!” been— Yow-ow-wow!” howled Bunter, as the vice like wild grip “I haven’t tightened. Leggo! “Wow! Ooooogh!” “Your name!”
meddling beast, who knew that he was a Greyfriars fellow, and was going to report him at the school— “You belong to Greyfriars?” rapped the young man. “Oh! Yes!” It was not much use deny it when he was wearing a Greyfriars cark, and the man evidently knew the school colours. “Your Form?” “Remove!” gasped Bunter. The hard eyes glinted. They turned on the signboard showing over the fence. The young man raised his hand and pointed. “That place is out of bounds for Greyfriars boys!” he snapped. “I—I wasn’t there!” gasped Bunter. “Your name?” “Oh lor’!” gasped Bunter. It was evident that this beast, never he might happen to be, was going to report hin at the school. Bunter could see that. He could have no other reason for inquiring his name. Bunter concede that much, but he could not understand the keen intensity with which the hard eyes regarded him. He could not dream of the thoughts in the mind of the man with a borrowed name. But one thing was clear to Bunter—if this meddling beast went to the school to report that he had seen a Greyfriars boy getting out of the most disreputable haunt in the county, he was not going to be able to give the name! Bunter was not bright—but he was bright enough not to give the interfering stranger his name. Instead of answering, therefore, he backed away, with the intention of scudding off A hand was on his shoulder the next moment, with a grip so hard that Bunter felt as if his bones would crack, and he gave a yell. “Ow! Leggo! Wow!” “Your name?” snapped the man. “I——I don’t mind giving my name, of—course!” and gasped Bunter. “I—I say, you—you didn’t mention it for the school——“ “Give me your name on once!” “I haven’t been— Yow-ow-wow!” howled Bunter, as the vice like wild grip tightened. “Wow! Leggo! Ooooogh!” “Your name!”