“That’s all right, he didn’t see it and I did tear it out.”
“Burn it up?”
“I guess so. Anyhow, no one won’t find it and if they do so long as it ain’t in the book—what the mischief!”
Herring suddenly found a book placed in front of his nose and, turning his head quickly, saw Jack Sheldon standing behind him.
“They will know that it belongs to this particular book now, won’t they, when the edges match so perfectly, Herring?” asked Jack. “You were very clumsy in putting a Cæsar in my desk when I am not studying it and more so in having your name in it.”
Herring turned crimson and tried to snatch the book out of Jack’s hand.
“You can have it now, for I no longer have any use for it,” said the boy, slapping Herring’s face with the book, “and now I am going to give you the thrashing you have so long deserved.”
“You are, eh?” snarled Herring, backing away.
“Yes. It is the only thing you understand.”
“You see fair play, Ern,” blustered the bully.