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Mr Rebble had given us our impositions, and we had taken our punishment patiently enough, for, as the smarting and pain went off, we could not help feeling proud and satisfied. The boys had all turned wonderfully friendly, and I was evidently a great authority.
"I only want to be quiet till Oh, my head, my head!" "Why, Burr junior, what's this?" cried Mr Hasnip, coming up and speaking cheerily. "Bad headache? not going to play?" "No, sir, I feel too ill." "Oh, come, this is a bad job. Hi, Rebble!" The latter gentleman came up. "Here's Burr junior queer. Does he want a doctor, do you think?"
I saw both Mr Rebble and Mr Hasnip look up and frown as they caught sight of my damaged face, and I was congratulating myself on escaping the Doctor's eye, when he looked up, frowned, and went on with his lunch.
Mr Rebble and Mr Hasnip both relieved him, and we boys did our best to help; but the afternoon glided on, no doctor arrived, and we felt chilled and hopeless, till all at once, after a rest, Lomax had begun again apparently as fresh as ever, and to our horror he suddenly began to whistle a merry tune. "Lomax!" cried Mr Hasnip. "What's the matter, sir?"
"I'm afraid so," replied Mr Rebble; and they kept up a cheerful conversation of this kind till we reached the school, where we were at once ordered up to our dormitory, and dropped down upon the sides of our beds to sit looking at each other. "I say, you've done it now," said Mercer at last; "and I did think we were going to have such fun." "Fun!" I said; "it's dreadful!"
For another, I was worried by the furtive grins and whispers of the boys near me, the news of the fight having run like lightning through the school. Then I was in a constant state of dread lest my appearance should be noticed by either Mr Rebble, the Doctor, or the new assistant master, who was dining on the principal's left, for the Doctor made our dinner his lunch and of course had his late.
Wish he could strengthen mine in the way I want. I suppose we shall be turned over to him. Can't be worse than old Reb." Mercer was right; we two were the first boys turned over to the new usher, and this was fortunate for us, for he knew nothing about our personal appearance; and the swellings that did come on, and which would have been noticed directly by Mr Rebble, passed unheeded by him.
"It don't matter what he says, Frank; he can't undo what we have done, and old Eely will never dare to tackle you again." "Or you." "Oh, I didn't say that. Come on." We went up to where Mr Rebble was standing, and found that Mr Hasnip was there too. As we went in, Mr Hasnip came close to my side. "Nice object you look for a gentleman's son, sir! Going to be a soldier, eh?" "Yes, sir!"
"Yes, sir," said Mr Rebble, and then, in a low, severe voice, "Mercer, Burr junior, come up."
"It is like charging your school-fellow with stealing the watch. Do you do this?" I was silent. "Mr Rebble," said the Doctor, "you came here as a gentleman to aid me in the training of these youths. Can you do anything to help me here?" "I I," said Mr Rebble huskily, "would gladly do so, sir, if I could. I wouldn't trust Dicksee's word in anything.
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