He could not help noticing, as he ran, that none of the rest attempted to join him, but waited at the corner of the road they had been crossing for Taylor to come up.
'So Morrison has skulked off,' he said, as soon as he joined them.
'I believe he wanted to get out of your way,' said one.
'I shouldn't wonder,' said the bigger lad; 'but he need not think he's going to do it. I tell you that I've been ferreting out things a bit, and I know now that it was Dr. Morrison that persuaded the County Council to send that fellow to Torrington's, and so he must and shall take him away, and that pretty soon too, and I mean to tell Morrison that.'
'How are you going to do it?' asked one.
'Oh, through Morrison junior, of course. There isn't much spunk about him, and he'll soon cry Peccavi! when we put the screw on.'
'What will you do—how will you do it?' asked one.
'Send him to Coventry as we did the other,' was the prompt reply.
'Oh, that be bothered; we can't be worried with two there at once. You must think of something else.'
'Bless you, the threat of it will be enough for little Morrison. He'll give in when he hears the mystic word Coventry!'