mean to make out that you inked Prout, when you did of the “You nothin’ said the Bounder. like to know who did, though. Some kind.” “I’d lad!” guess it was some Fifth Form said Fisher T Fish. say “I guy.” “I’ll they’d better look in the Fifth.” assented Bob, happily unconscious of excellent “Shouldn’t wonder.” Fish’s reason for desiring to divert suspicion to another Form. ass Coker is “That ass enough for such a game, and always rowing with Prout. I wonder if he’s it was Coker?” idiot said Harry. “Coker’s enough.” And there was a murmur of assent. It was common knowledge of Greyfriars that Coker of the Fifh was idiot enough for anything. say, you fellows——” squeaked Bunter. “I shut up, “Oh, Bunter!” I tell you——” “But “Rats!” hallo, hallo! the “Hallo, There’s bell!” The Remove went in to Form, convinced by this time that whoever the mysterious inker was, it Billy Bunter. Now that Bunter asserverated wasn’t that it was, they all knew that it and the fat Owl of the Remove was wasn’t, shorn of his brief glory. And had he been aware of what was coming, Billy Bunter could have asked for nothing better than to remain shorn of it. THE FOURTEENTH CHAPTER. Sacked! breathed Nugent “THE Head!” Dr. Locke was in the Remove Form-room when the juniors arrived there for first school. Rather a hush fell on the Remove as they saw him. According to the timetable on the board, Mr. Lascelles was to take the Remove in first school that morning. As Dr. Locke was there instead of the maths master, it was clear that something was going to happen. Anb all the Form could guess that that was in connection with the affair of “something” Prout. Very quietly the juniors went to their places. Fisher T. Fish felt an inward tremor. He had been in danger of the so long as his business book “sack” was in hands; but the method by which he had recaptured it made a Prout’s
“You mean to make out that you inked Prout, when you did nothin’ of the kind.” said the Bounder. “I’d like to know who did, though. Some lad!” “I guess it was some Fifth Form guy.” said Fisher T Fish. “I’ll say they’d better look in the Fifth.” “Shouldn’t wonder.” assented Bob, happily unconscious of Fish’s excellent reason for desiring to divert suspicion to another Form. “That ass Coker is ass enough for such a game, and he’s always rowing with Prout. I wonder if it was Coker?” “Coker’s idiot enough.” said Harry. And there was a murmur of assent. It was common knowledge of Greyfriars that Coker of the Fifh was idiot enough for anything. “I say, you fellows——” squeaked Bunter. “Oh, shut up, Bunter!” “But I tell you——” “Rats!” “Hallo, hallo, hallo! There’s the bell!” The Remove went in to Form, convinced by this time that whoever the mysterious inker was, it wasn’t Billy Bunter. Now that Bunter asserverated that it was, they all knew that it wasn’t, and the fat Owl of the Remove was shorn of his brief glory. And had he been aware of what was coming, Billy Bunter could have asked for nothing better than to remain shorn of it. THE FOURTEENTH CHAPTER. Sacked! “THE Head!” breathed Nugent Dr. Locke was in the Remove Form-room when the juniors arrived there for first school. Rather a hush fell on the Remove as they saw him. According to the timetable on the board, Mr. Lascelles was to take the Remove in first school that morning. As Dr. Locke was there instead of the maths master, it was clear that something was going to happen. Anb all the Form could guess that that “something” was in connection with the affair of Prout. Very quietly the juniors went to their places. Fisher T. Fish felt an inward tremor. He had been in danger of the “sack” so long as his business book was in Prout’s hands; but the method by which he had recaptured it made a