At first the sneak did not notice what had been done, but then he made a side turn and of a sudden uttered a yell of pain.
“Hi! who’s sticking me with a pin?” he roared. “Drop it!”
He glanced around, but the boys on both sides of him were busy with their eating.
“What is it, Master Fenwick?” questioned George Strong, the second assistant.
“Somebody stuck me with a——Oh, I’m stuck again! Oh! oh! Something is down my back!” And the sneak began to wiggle from side to side. “Oh, dear me!”
“You had better leave the room and find out what is the matter,” said the teacher, and still twisting and squirming, Mumps left the mess-hall in a hurry.
“Baxter, do you know anything of this?”
“No, sir.”
“It is strange; what could be the matter?”
There were a few minutes of silence, and then the sneak came back and dropped into his chair.