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"You have earned your dismissal from Putnam Hall, Flapp, and you leave this camp as soon as arrangements can be made." "Going to fire me out, eh?" "You are dismissed. I will not allow such a boy as you to mingle longer with the rest of my pupils." "What are you going to do with the others? I wasn't to blame alone." "Pender, Rockley, and Jackson shall go, too.
Hadrian made himself at home. He went about in the morning in his brownish jersey and his khaki trousers, collarless, his bare neck showing. He explored the pottery premises, as if he had some secret purpose in so doing, he talked with Mr. Rockley, when the sick man had strength. The two girls were always angry when the two men sat talking together like cronies.
Hadrian was just an ordinary boy from a Charity Home, with ordinary brownish hair and ordinary bluish eyes and of ordinary rather cockney speech. The Rockley girls there were three at home at the time of his arrival had resented his being sprung on them. He, with his watchful, charity-institution instinct, knew this at once.
"Fine girls," whispered Flapp to Rockley, nudging his companion in the ribs. "Yes," was the answer, and Rockley began to smile openly on the new arrivals. As the girls did not appear to notice this, he drew closer and tipped his cap. "Fine day after the storm," he said smoothly. "Yes, very," said the taller of the girls, and turned away.
The others, including Hurdy, shall have another chance, for I believe they were dragged into the affair unwillingly by you and your particular cronies." "If we have got to go, don't let's listen to any more gas," growled Rockley, and stalked away with a very white face, followed by Flapp.
Two boats paddled near, their lanterns swinging ineffectually, the boats nosing round. 'Hi there Rockley! hi there! 'Mr Gerald! came the captain's terrified voice. 'Miss Diana's in the water. 'Anybody gone in for her? came Gerald's sharp voice. 'Young Doctor Brindell, sir. 'Where? 'Can't see no signs of them, sir. Everybody's looking, but there's nothing so far.
"One thing is certain, we made a mess of our plans," muttered Pender. "Perhaps Rover won't give us away," put in Rockley hopefully. On returning to camp word had been sent to Captain Putnam that Dick Rover was at the den in a condition not fit to be seen. Mr. Strong and another teacher had gone to the place mentioned in the anonymous communication only to find the den empty.
But in a twinkling he found himself flat on the floor, where he had been thrown with a suddenness that took away his breath. "Hi! that ain't fair," put in Rockley. "You let Lew alone." "I will, when he leaves me alone," retorted Dick. He turned to Harry Moss and Joe Davis. "Do you want to stay here any longer?" "No," answered both of the small cadets promptly.
Sam also spurted and kept the lead by about two yards. "Humph! that ain't running!" muttered Lew Flapp to Rockley, but nevertheless, he was greatly disturbed. Down the line swept the two runners with the speed of the wind, Sam keeping his two yards' lead in spite of Tom's efforts to overtake him. "Won!" was the shout. "And Tom Rover is close behind."
"If you don't, I'll rouse the constable and have somebody locked up." "Confound him!" muttered Rockley. "We had better dust out. If he calls a constable the jig will be up." With a parting kick at Dick he rushed down the back stairs to the resort, and unlocked the door. Taking care that Powell should not see him, he darted into the gathering darkness.