The Wolf and the Lamb! you ass—” “SMITHY, before the Beak “Cut comes!” gone for “Loder’s him!” get a flogging before you “You’ll Head’s go!” you “Cut, ass!” Advice was showered on the Bounder from all sides, but he did not seem to have any use for it. He went coolly to his place in the Remove and sat down. Evidently he intended to remain. you going to wait for the Head, Harry Wharton. “Are Smithy?” exclaimed answered the Bounder. “Why not?” whopfulness will be terrific, my esteemed and ridiculous said “The Smithy!” Hurree Jamset Ram Singh. old man, the exclaimed Redwing. only making “Smithy, what’s good?” “You’re matters worse, old chap!” that what he grinned Skinner. it, Smithy! You can cheek the “Isn’t wants?” “Stick Head as much as you like now sacked! He do anything more than you’re can’t that!” shut up, said Bob Cherry. Smithy starts cheeking the Head, “Oh, Skinner!” “If jolly well scrag we’ll him!” scragfulness will be “The preposterous!” going to cheek the Vernon-Smith. here carrying “Who’s Head?” growled “I’m out the orders. Fellow do more than Head’s can’t that.” to say the Head told you to come exclaimed Frank Nugent. “Mean here?” “Quite!” said Bolsover major. “Gammon!” exclaimed Redwing, it true you not “Smithy.” “is going?” I said “Haven’t so?” the Head have let you said Redwing blankly. “But—but—but can’t off!” “Why should he?” so jolly nice that he hates to part with said the Bounder gravely. “I’m me!” “He felt that the wrench would be too great!” “Ha, ha, ha!”
The Wolf and the Lamb! “SMITHY, you ass—” “Cut before the Beak comes!” “Loder’s gone for him!” “You’ll get a Head’s flogging before you go!” “Cut, you ass!” Advice was showered on the Bounder from all sides, but he did not seem to have any use for it. He went coolly to his place in the Remove and sat down. Evidently he intended to remain. “Are you going to wait for the Head, Smithy?” exclaimed Harry Wharton. “Why not?” answered the Bounder. “The whopfulness will be terrific, my esteemed and ridiculous Smithy!” said Hurree Jamset Ram Singh. “Smithy, old man, what’s the good?” exclaimed Redwing. “You’re only making matters worse, old chap!” “Isn’t that what he wants?” grinned Skinner. “Stick it, Smithy! You can cheek the Head as much as you like now you’re sacked! He can’t do anything more than that!” “Oh, shut up, Skinner!” said Bob Cherry. “If Smithy starts cheeking the Head, we’ll jolly well scrag him!” “The scragfulness will be preposterous!” “Who’s going to cheek the Head?” growled Vernon-Smith. “I’m here carrying out the Head’s orders. Fellow can’t do more than that.” “Mean to say the Head told you to come here?” exclaimed Frank Nugent. “Quite!” “Gammon!” said Bolsover major. “Smithy.” exclaimed Redwing, “is it true you not going?” “Haven’t I said so?” “But—but—but the Head can’t have let you off!” said Redwing blankly. “Why should he?” “I’m so jolly nice that he hates to part with me!” said the Bounder gravely. “He felt that the wrench would be too great!” “Ha, ha, ha!”