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Updated: June 13, 2025
"Never mind them, Miss Dobson," cried Noaks, and at the sound of his voice Mrs. Batch rushed into the middle of the road, to gaze up. "I love you. Think what you will of me. "You!" flashed Zuleika.
"Oh, bother!" interrupted Thurston, whose revengeful spirit had been once more aroused by the mention of the Wraxby match "it's nothing; you and I'll do it." "And I'll help if you like," added Noaks, who thought the present occasion a good opportunity to distinguish himself. "All right," continued Thurston: "you go down town and get some screws, Noaks two or three good long ones."
By process of elimination she arrived at the truth. "Mr. Noaks," she said quietly, "come out of there." There was a slight quiver of the curtain; no more. Katie repeated her words. There was a pause, then a convulsion of the curtain. Noaks stood forth. Always, in polishing his boots, Katie had found herself thinking of him as a man of prodigious stature, well though she knew him to be quite tiny.
"Well, so Noaks says; he told me he'd kept scores of birds in his time, but he'd 'never seen one so hearty at its grub before. Those were the very words he used, and he said it was eating nearly all the day, and that's one reason why it looks such a dowdy colour, and never sings." "Well, all I can say is, if you believe all Noaks tells you, you're a fool.
What's the matter? what have you done to your mouth?" "Why, I've had a beastly row with Noaks. I'll 'tell you after school." "No, tell me now," cried Diggory, pulling his companion aside into a corner by the door. "Quick what was it?" "Why, he pounced down on Mugford, out there by the fives-court, and began twisting his arm and saying he'd pay him out for that paint-pot business.
In their heart of hearts every one felt decidedly relieved at this announcement; still it was necessary, at all events, to simulate some of their leader's wrath, and accordingly there was a general outcry against the offender. "Oh, the cad!" "What an awful shame!" "Let's tell Blake!" etc., etc. "Who is Noaks?" asked Diggory. "Is he that sour-looking man who brings the boots in every morning?"
"Well, the news is this," said the latter, speaking in the same low tone "that there Noaks and Hogson are coming up here to-night just afore nine o'clock, and they're a-going to drown your fireworks." "Drown our fireworks! why, what ever d'you mean? How do they know we've got any fireworks? and how can they get at them when they're all locked up?"
He wore a black jacket, rusty and amorphous. His trousers were too short, and he himself was too short: almost a dwarf. His face was as plain as his gait was undistinguished. He squinted behind spectacles. "And who is that?" asked Zuleika. A deep flush overspread the cheek of the Warden. "That," he said, "is also a member of Judas. His name, I believe, is Noaks."
Could it be possible that their visit to The Hermitage had already been discovered? Noaks watched their faces for a moment, evidently well pleased with the effect which his remark had produced; then he burst out laughing. "Look here," he continued, producing from his pocket a buck-handled clasp-knife: "I wonder if that's anything like it; I see the big blade's broken."
"So did I," answered another voice; "they must have cut and run." "There's no place for them to run to," returned Noaks; "they must be behind that hedge. Come out of it, you skunks!" A big stone came crashing through the twigs within a yard of Diggory's head. The two boys crouched close to the low earth bank and held their breath. "They must be about somewhere," cried Noaks.
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