the junior who had made a fool of him, but he would almost as soon have marched him off to the head on a charge of slacking, disobedience, and defiance of authority. Slowly Vernon-Smith bent over the chair. Loder him, and he knew it, and “had” he had to take what was coming to him. Swish! Swish! Swish! The whacks rang through the Form-room, almost like pistol shots. Swish! Swish! Swish! It was six, a stiffer six than Mr. had ever handed out in his Form-room. Quelch’s seemed disposed to go on with it. But no doubt he realised that there was Loder’s a limit. He led down the cane. can go back to your place, Vernon-Smith!” he said. warn you to behave “You “I yourself while in charge of this I’m Form!” The Bounder went back to his place in silence. But his eyes were burning. He was wriggling painfully and scowling like a demon when the Remove left the Form-room and went along to Monsieur class room for second lesson. Carpentier’s And Loder grinned after him as he went. THE SEVENTH CHAPTER. Bunter Knows! said Billy Bunter. “Man named Smedley!” Billy Bunter, as usual, was first with the news. eight TO system gives Bunter’s him an advantage over other fellows in getting early tidings. repeated several voices in the Rag. “Smedley!” it! Eustace said Bunter. what like, of “That’s Smedley!” “I don’t know he’s course, as never seen him, but he be worse than Quelch, some I’ve can’t that’s comfort.” And the remove, of course, were interested to hear about their new master who was coming in place of Mr. Quelch—the Quelch, as Skinner “late lamented” playfully called him. Quelch was away on the South Coast, recuperating after influenza—or after handling the Remove, as some fellows in other Forms said. Anyhow, he was away, not to come back before the Easter holidays at the earliest, and the Form, of course,
the junior who had made a fool of him, but he would almost as soon have marched him off to the head on a charge of slacking, disobedience, and defiance of authority. Slowly Vernon-Smith bent over the chair. Loder “had” him, and he knew it, and he had to take what was coming to him. Swish! Swish! Swish! The whacks rang through the Form-room, almost like pistol shots. Swish! Swish! Swish! It was six, a stiffer six than Mr. Quelch’s had ever handed out in his Form-room. Loder’s seemed disposed to go on with it. But no doubt he realised that there was a limit. He led down the cane. “You can go back to your place, Vernon-Smith!” he said. “I warn you to behave yourself while I’m in charge of this Form!” The Bounder went back to his place in silence. But his eyes were burning. He was wriggling painfully and scowling like a demon when the Remove left the Form-room and went along to Monsieur Carpentier’s class room for second lesson. And Loder grinned after him as he went. THE SEVENTH CHAPTER. Bunter Knows! “Man named Smedley!” said Billy Bunter. Billy Bunter, as usual, was first with the news. Bunter’s eight TO system gives him an advantage over other fellows in getting early tidings. “Smedley!” repeated several voices in the Rag. “That’s it! Eustace Smedley!” said Bunter. “I don’t know what he’s like, of course, as I’ve never seen him, but he can’t be worse than Quelch, that’s some comfort.” And the remove, of course, were interested to hear about their new master who was coming in place of Mr. Quelch—the “late lamented” Quelch, as Skinner playfully called him. Quelch was away on the South Coast, recuperating after influenza—or after handling the Remove, as some fellows in other Forms said. Anyhow, he was away, not to come back before the Easter holidays at the earliest, and the Form, of course,