“Addison!” called out Pluxton Cuddle, with his eyes on the roll book. “Stand up!”
The cadet addressed did so.
“Did you throw anything at Mr. Crabtree?”
“I have nothing to say, sir.”
“Do you defy me?” fumed Pluxton Cuddle.
To this the pupil made no answer.
“Sit down! Blackmore, stand up. What have you to say?”
“I have nothing to say, Mr. Cuddle.”
“What! You—er—Is this a plot, sir?”
“I have nothing to say, sir, excepting that I am willing to go on with my lessons, Mr. Cuddle.”