Greyfriars men turn up here all merry and bright.” admitted the Caterpiller. Pon seems to think that “ It will be to watch his face there’r dished. amusin’ when they barge in.” And the Caterpillar smiled, consoled by that happy anticipation. Ponsonby was not smiling, however, as he walked away across the Highcliffe quad. There was a but the scroll on handsome face. He was still feeling, Pon’s painfully, the effects of his hectic encounter with Coker of the Greyfriars Fifth. The severe handling he had received from Horace Coker could not, certainly, be laid to the charge of the Removites. But it added to bitter animosity towards his old Pon’s enemies of the Remove. He joined Gadsby and Monson under the beeches. was rubbing his head ruefully. There was Monson’s still a pain in it. asked Gadsby, noting the black “Anything up?” look on the face of the dandy of Highcliffe. Greyfriars cads are over to-morrow, “Those comin’ after answered Ponsonby. pinched a all.” “They’ve boat from somewhere, I suppose.” grunted Monson. wish left “Blow ’em!” “I we’d them alone. That hooligan Coker jolly nearly cracked my nut.” fancy we can dish them, all the said “I same.” Ponsonby.
Greyfriars men turn up here all merry and bright.” admitted the Caterpiller. “ Pon seems to think that there’r dished. It will be amusin’ to watch his face when they barge in.” And the Caterpillar smiled, consoled by that happy anticipation. Ponsonby was not smiling, however, as he walked away across the Highcliffe quad. There was a but the scroll on Pon’s handsome face. He was still feeling, painfully, the effects of his hectic encounter with Coker of the Greyfriars Fifth. The severe handling he had received from Horace Coker could not, certainly, be laid to the charge of the Removites. But it added to Pon’s bitter animosity towards his old enemies of the Remove. He joined Gadsby and Monson under the beeches. Monson’s was rubbing his head ruefully. There was still a pain in it. “Anything up?” asked Gadsby, noting the black look on the face of the dandy of Highcliffe. “Those Greyfriars cads are comin’ over to-morrow, after all.” answered Ponsonby. “They’ve pinched a boat from somewhere, I suppose.” “Blow ’em!” grunted Monson. “I wish we’d left them alone. That hooligan Coker jolly nearly cracked my nut.” “I fancy we can dish them, all the same.” said Ponsonby.