“Please, sir, it’s after twelve o’clock.”
“I know it.”
“Aren’t we to go to dinner, sir?”
“Not now. Sit down.” And the teacher frowned heavily.
Stuffer sank into his seat, a look of misery on his face. His appearance was so woe-begone Pepper had to laugh outright. At this Crabtree rapped sharply on his desk.
“Silence! I will have silence!” he called. “Conners, go on with the example.”
“I can’t—er—do it,” stammered the captain of Company B.
“Huh! Then take your seat! Ritter!”
“Please, sir, I am afraid I can’t do it either. I was going to study directly after dinner——” began the bully.
“Never mind the rest, Ritter. Paxton!”