Lucius Teggers had won his game, and ere long he would be going, too! As he walked in the quad he was thinking of Mr. Vernon-Smith’s millions, and he found the thought pleasant. bucked the Creeper and said Bob Cherry, glancing after “Something’s Crawler,” him. say, become of “I what’s Smithy?” Harry Wharton whistled. he scored over Smithy? What can that silly ass have done now? Here, “Has Redwing, where’s Smithy?” Tom Redwing shook his head. good asking he said. afraid up. You fellows know “No me.” “I’m something’s what the Head wanted him for?” the “Haven’t foggiest.” say, you fellows——” “I knows, of said Bob. knows everything. Cough it up, “Bunter course.” “Bunter Bunter! If happened on the other side of a keyhole you know all about anything’s it! Give it a name.” I say, you fellows, I fancy said Bunter. “Beast! Smithy’s sacked.” “He hasn’t been seen since he went to the Head! I say, be jolly glad, Redwing, I you’ll suppose, as rowed with him—” you’ve blithering “You idiot!” hallo, hallo, here he roared Bob, as the Bounder appeared in the “Hallo, comes!” doorway of the House, carrying his box on his shoulder. There was rather a rush of the Removites towards him. Some of them noticed that his face was a little pale; but he was quite cool and composed. The Bounder was not the man to show the White Feather. on earth have you been, old asked Bob. were beginning to “Where chap?” “We think something had happened to you.” been packing my “I’ve box.” “Eh, why?” “Head’s orders!” exclaimed Harry Wharton. mean——” “Smithy!” “You don’t The Bounder laughed. “I do!” breathed Frank Nugent. “Bunked” “Yes.” have you “What done?” a lame dog over a “Helped style.”
Lucius Teggers had won his game, and ere long he would be going, too! As he walked in the quad he was thinking of Mr. Vernon-Smith’s millions, and he found the thought pleasant. “Something’s bucked the Creeper and Crawler,” said Bob Cherry, glancing after him. “I say, what’s become of Smithy?” Harry Wharton whistled. “Has he scored over Smithy? What can that silly ass have done now? Here, Redwing, where’s Smithy?” Tom Redwing shook his head. “No good asking me.” he said. “I’m afraid something’s up. You fellows know what the Head wanted him for?” “Haven’t the foggiest.” “I say, you fellows——” “Bunter knows, of course.” said Bob. “Bunter knows everything. Cough it up, Bunter! If anything’s happened on the other side of a keyhole you know all about it! Give it a name.” “Beast! I say, you fellows, I fancy Smithy’s sacked.” said Bunter. “He hasn’t been seen since he went to the Head! I say, you’ll be jolly glad, Redwing, I suppose, as you’ve rowed with him—” “You blithering idiot!” “Hallo, hallo, hallo, here he comes!” roared Bob, as the Bounder appeared in the doorway of the House, carrying his box on his shoulder. There was rather a rush of the Removites towards him. Some of them noticed that his face was a little pale; but he was quite cool and composed. The Bounder was not the man to show the White Feather. “Where on earth have you been, old chap?” asked Bob. “We were beginning to think something had happened to you.” “I’ve been packing my box.” “Eh, why?” “Head’s orders!” “Smithy!” exclaimed Harry Wharton. “You don’t mean——” The Bounder laughed. “I do!” “Bunked” breathed Frank Nugent. “Yes.” “What have you done?” “Helped a lame dog over a style.”