At last Trundle recovered his wind if not his temper. He glowered at the form.
"Fletcher, translate, please."
Fletcher began. But he did not get very far. Hunter let loose another wave of snuff. The whole form was now coughing and sneezing certainly considerably more than was necessary.
"Next boy who sneezes I shall give a hundred lines to, and report him to the Headmaster."
Temporary peace ensued. It is not pleasant to be sent up to the Chief; and weak masters have not the slightest scruple in doing so. The strong men need not report. But a man like Archie could not be kept in order long. He gave vent to a most unpleasant snort.
"Fletcher, if you do that again I shall have to beat you."
A slight pause.
"Please, sir, may I blow my nose if I mayn't sniff?"
"Yes, Fletcher; don't be stupid."
Immediately there rose a chorus of "Mayn't we blow our noses, too, sir? Why should Fletcher be the only one allowed to. It isn't fair."