"I beg pardon," replied Lynch, laughing; "it was quite an accident, I assure you."
"It is all very well saying so now it is done; I never had so many words thrown at me before."
"Well, never mind, words are but wind."
"Wind, I found them anything but wind."
"Besides, Lynch," chimed in another boy, "your dictionary struck him in his weakest part."
"Come, Mr Sharp-tongue, you had better make yourself scarce," said the boy, making a grab at the last speaker, who, however, was too nimble, for, eluding his grasp, he made his way to where Leslie was standing, and introduced himself as Arthur Hall, to whose protection the doctor had confided him. Hall was a bright, merry-looking boy, about fourteen years of age.
"Well, youngster, what is you name?" commenced Hall.
"Ross, Leslie Ross."
"Is this your first school?"