Dave Porter and His Classmates; Or, For the Honor of Oak Hall

by Edward Stratemeyer

"Are you going to pay for that broken statue?"

"Was it my fault it was broken?"

"No—he ran you into the stand."

"Then I don't see why I ought to pay."

"He may claim you had no right to fight him off."

"He had no right to attack me with the whip. I don't think Doctor Clay will stand for that."

"If he does, he isn't the man I thought he was."

The two youths walked around the little room, gazing at the rows of books. Then Dave stood on a pile of old books and looked out of the small window.

"See anything worth looking at?" asked his chum.