"You have been kind to me," he said, his voice soft and musical. "I’ll never forget it, sir—never!"
Then, before Zenas Gunn could stop him, he had dashed from the room.
"Why, he’s a perfect young wildcat!" gasped Professor Gooch. "He is not safe to have round! It will be a good thing for the school if he should go!"
Zenas Gunn gave Professor Gooch a look that contained a meaning that was far from complimentary.
"What you need, professor," he said, "is something for your liver. I don’t blame the boy."
"You—you don’t? Why, he snatched the cane from my hand!"
"When you shook it at him."
"But I didn’t mean to strike him."
"How did he know? I have talked with his brother, and he has asked me to bear with any peculiarities of the lad, who was raised alone and without playmates, save one little girl. He is not like other boys. You do not understand him at all."
"I don’t want to; the young wildcat! I think it a shame to have such a boy in the school!"