Mr. eyes glinted. Quelch’s us he repeated coldly. Form cannot be cleared from “Let proceed!” “My this obnoxious suspicion too soon.” And the five beaks proceeded, and five junior Forms were ordered to assemble in their respective Form-rooms for examination by five who were determined, if they could possibly help it, not to discover the offender in their particular Forms! THE SIXTH CHAPTER. Neck or Nothing! SAY, you fellows—” “I up, called out Bob Cherry. “Buck Bunter!” I say—” “But said Harry Wharton. As head boy of the Remove, “Form-room, fathead!” Wharton was gathering in Mr. flock. Quelch’s all very Bunter. it about? Looks as if we “That’s well.” argued “But what’s may be late for dinner at this rate!” “Quelch’s orders, ass!” Billy Bunter. “Blow Quelch!” growled But he rolled off to the Form-room with the rest. He might relieve his fat feelings by Quelch, but orders had to be obeyed, all the “blowing” Quelch’s same, even at the awful risk of being late for dinner. the fearful row about, you asked Lord Mauleverer as the “What’s men?” Removites crowded along the Form-room passage. to answered Harry Wharton. all the Lower “Nobody seems know.” “But School seems to he called up.” to do with the said sure of that. What “Something Head!” Skinner. “I’m have you been up to, Bunter?” really, Skinner—” “Oh, has that fat guy been up to asked Fisher T. Fish. “Say, anything?” he was jawing something about the Head having ink in his “Well, hat!” chuckled Skinner. it turns out to be that—” “If roared Bunter. never did it! Did I, “You beast!” “I Smithy?” The eyes glinted at him. Bounder’s should I he answered coolly. “How know?” Billy Bunter turned his eyes, and his spectacles on the Bounder. His eyes almost popped through his spectacles in his surprise. you he gasped. jolly well know—” “Why, beast!” “You
Mr. Quelch’s eyes glinted. “Let us proceed!” he repeated coldly. “My Form cannot be cleared from this obnoxious suspicion too soon.” And the five beaks proceeded, and five junior Forms were ordered to assemble in their respective Form-rooms for examination by five who were determined, if they could possibly help it, not to discover the offender in their particular Forms! THE SIXTH CHAPTER. Neck or Nothing! “I SAY, you fellows—” “Buck up, Bunter!” called out Bob Cherry. “But I say—” “Form-room, fathead!” said Harry Wharton. As head boy of the Remove, Wharton was gathering in Mr. Quelch’s flock. “That’s all very well.” argued Bunter. “But what’s it about? Looks as if we may be late for dinner at this rate!” “Quelch’s orders, ass!” “Blow Quelch!” growled Billy Bunter. But he rolled off to the Form-room with the rest. He might relieve his fat feelings by “blowing” Quelch, but Quelch’s orders had to be obeyed, all the same, even at the awful risk of being late for dinner. “What’s the fearful row about, you men?” asked Lord Mauleverer as the Removites crowded along the Form-room passage. “Nobody seems to know.” answered Harry Wharton. “But all the Lower School seems to he called up.” “Something to do with the Head!” said Skinner. “I’m sure of that. What have you been up to, Bunter?” “Oh, really, Skinner—” “Say, has that fat guy been up to anything?” asked Fisher T. Fish. “Well, he was jawing something about the Head having ink in his hat!” chuckled Skinner. “If it turns out to be that—” “You beast!” roared Bunter. “I never did it! Did I, Smithy?” The Bounder’s eyes glinted at him. “How should I know?” he answered coolly. Billy Bunter turned his eyes, and his spectacles on the Bounder. His eyes almost popped through his spectacles in his surprise. “Why, you beast!” he gasped. “You jolly well know—”