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Now, Burney, let me hear the whole truth of this from beginning to end. No suppression, sir, from favour or fear. I want the straightforward truth. Who began this disgraceful business? Stop! Mr Rampson, here. Is that boy Slegge much hurt?"
There are a whole lot of the fellows there. They have got some game on. There's Slegge yonder." "Oh, I don't want to go where Slegge is." "But you should want to go where Slegge is. I know he's a nasty, disagreeable fellow; but you needn't notice that. If he's civil well, that will be right enough. If he isn't, treat him with good-humoured contempt. You aren't afraid of him, are you?"
Are you coming, or am I to come and fetch you?" shouted Slegge, without any effect, and the big lad turned to Burney and gave him an order. The next minute the boy, armed with a stump, came running at full speed across the grass, shouting to the two companions to stop, but without their paying the slightest heed or increasing their pace.
"Let's go, then, sir," cried Burney eagerly, and the desire seemed to be growing in the other boys' breasts. "Well, I don't know," said Morris; "that is, if you will promise not to go too close." "Oh, we won't go too close, sir," cried Slegge warmly, and he looked as if he were speaking the truth.
"A blackguard!" he cried haughtily. "That's why our boots are not half cleaned. How dare he! The dirty, contemptible scrub! The Doctor ought to be told of this." Slegge stood sniffing and snorting and glaring round fiercely at the worshippers of the two heroes of the hour, who stood flushed and worried, ready to beat a retreat to the dormitory.
And don't you go, my dear," she continued, turning to Singh, "till I have done your face over too." "I am not going," said Singh quietly. "The Doctor sent me up here to stop." "Has he?" cried Glyn. "Oh, hurrah! Here, Mrs Hamton, another patient for you to make decent. I say, Singhy, she's just come from old Slegge. I'm afraid I've made his face in a horrible mess."
"Ye-es, if you really are sorry," said the little fellow, slowly raising his hand, which was snatched at and forcibly wrung, just as the breakfast-bell rang out, and Slegge turned and dashed off towards the schoolhouse as hard as he could run.
But certainly the masters' form was considered the best from the fact that it stood first, while the nearest end of the next form was taken up in spite of his declaration by Slegge, whose greatest admirers got as close to him as they could or as he would allow. "Let's go and stand with them," said Singh, as they crossed over to the wall. "Oh, I don't know," replied his companion.
"I say, Severn," said little Burton, turning his eyes wonderingly up at his companion, who had playfully caught him by the ear and begun leading him towards where the bell was clanging out loudly as Sam Grigg tugged at the rope, "do you think Slegge means that?" "Oh yes. I have been talking to him about it, and I am sure he's very sorry now."
The boy addressed glanced at the Doctor and then at Slegge, while his lips parted; but he uttered no sound. "Do you hear me, sir?" roared the Doctor. "Big Tom Slegge, sir," came from the shrill little fellow who had before spoken. The Doctor frowningly held up one big white finger at the little speaker, who shrank back amongst his fellows.
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