"Pupil or no pupil," said the man, doggedly, "this 'ere one goes along with me to the doctor."
"Don't parley, Hall," said Lynch; "can't you see the man's mad; waste no words, but rescue Ross."
"Yes, come on," cried Moore, seizing one arm, while Lynch hauled at the man's coat behind.
"Hear me a minute," said Leslie, as his friends thus proceeded to active measures; "I had better go with this man to the doctor, for I fear I am only too much in the wrong."
"Ah! now you speak sensible; so come along," and without removing his hand from his collar he led Leslie up to the doctor's private door, and asked permission to speak with him for a few minutes. They were shown into the library, where the doctor soon made his appearance.
"Good morning, Farmer West, what has this young gentleman done that you should hold him by the collar like a prisoner?"
"Why, sir, I can't positively say this young gentleman did it, but I strongly suspect he took one of the linchpins out of my cart last market day, so that a wheel came off and I was thrown out and broke an arm."
The doctor looked earnestly at Leslie, who had fixed his eyes upon the carpet, too much ashamed to raise them to his master's face.
"Is this true, Ross?"
"Yes, sir, but I did not mean to do it."