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There was no answer, and the boys all gazed in a frightened way at each other. "Here, Burr major, rouse up," cried Mr Rebble, shaking the long, thin lad, as he knelt down on one knee. "Who was it? Any one with you?" The boy's eyes opened a little, he looked up wildly, and, trying to rise, pointed again to the middle of the pool. "Was by me," he moaned "went down."
He said this last in a husky whisper, and with white rings showing round his wide-open eyes, he turned and pointed toward the middle of the great pool. "Who who has?" cried Mr Hasnip frantically, and we looked eagerly from one to the other, but no one seemed to be missing. "Speak, sir. Who is? Where?" cried Mr Rebble, seizing Burr major by his wet shoulders and shaking him. "Don't go on like that.
Where did you go to school before?" "Nowhere. Had a private tutor at home." "Well, you must be a muff." "Why?" "To give up a private tutor all to yourself to come to school here." "Obliged to. Uncle said I should grow into a " I stopped short. "Well, what?" "Less talking there," said Mr Rebble. "Mind your own business," muttered my neighbour. "What did he say you'd grow into?"
The next instant I was at the surface, surprised to see the old sergeant making a rush at me, as he uttered a shout. Then he seized something by me, and I knew that I had brought one of my schoolfellows to the surface. We swam ashore, to reach it soon after Lomax, who had borne the white, limp figure we had rescued into the dressing shed. "Boys who can run!" shouted Mr Rebble. "Blankets, quick!"
"The boy must have been fighting." "Yes; and here's the other culprit," cried Mr Rebble. "Look at this boy's eye and mouth. Have you two boys been fighting?" "Yes, sir," I said in a low voice. "Disgraceful! Well, the Doctor must know of it, and he will punish you both severely."
"Close up, both of you," said Mr Rebble sternly, but in a low voice, so that his words should not reach the Doctor. We moved closer. "Now, sir," he said sternly, "I called for silence twice, and you, Mercer, and you, Burr junior, both kept on speaking. I distinctly saw your lips moving both of you. Now, sir, I insist upon your repeating the words you said as I caught your eye."
"You'll have to, my lad." "Less talking there," said Mr Rebble. "Oh, very well," whispered Mercer, and then he went on half aloud, but indistinctly, repeating the problem in Euclid over which he had broken down.
I say: that punch with the left! Oh my!" Those were busy times at Meade Place, for Mr Hasnip worked me hard; Mr Rebble harassed me a little whenever he had a chance; and every now and then the Doctor made a sudden unexpected attack upon me with questions uttered in the severest of tones.
During the afternoon, when my time came to go up to Mr Hasnip's desk, I felt more stupid than ever, and on casting my eyes sideways in search of a flying thought, there was Mr Rebble watching me intently.
"I am Doctor Browne's assistant master, Sir Hawkhurst," replied Mr Rebble, with dignity, "and I cannot answer for his reasons." "Humph! You can't, eh? You there in the dark barnacles," cried the General, turning upon Mr Hasnip, "what have you to say?" "That the boys must be severely punished, sir," said Mr Hasnip, who looked quite startled. "Punished! I should think so indeed.
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