"You may go to your seat now, Stewart, and I will see Dr. Mellor about this," he said at last.
As soon as ever we got into the playground the row began with the other fellows.
"Look here, you miserable muff! what right have you to get us all into this awful scrape?" said Jackson, pulling off his jacket ready to fight.
"Who says I'm a miserable muff?" I said, looking round at the others who had gathered near.
"Well, Charley, it was mean of you not to open your mouth when you might have saved us all by a single word. Swain would have believed you if you'd said, 'I haven't been cribbing;' and it wouldn't have been much of a fib either, for you haven't cribbed for nearly a month, I know."
"No, because I haven't done many lessons lately. You may call it a fib if you like, but I call it a lie, and you know I hate lying, Tom, as you did a little while ago. Now, Jackson, do you want to fight it out?" I asked, beginning to roll up my shirt-sleeves.
"No, no, don't fight; things are bad enough now, and the governor will be furious if he hears you have been fighting," said Tom; and he caught hold of Jackson and held him back.
"Try and settle it without fighting," said one of the other fellows. "I don't suppose Stewart meant to get us into a row."
"No, I didn't," I said. "I only wanted to go on the square for myself."
"One of Miss Chandos's tricks for serving us out," I heard Jackson whisper to Tom,