“Yes, sir.”
“What have you to say for yourself?”
“I’m afraid there isn’t anything to be said, Mr. Sharp.”
“What have you to say, Kiggins?” demanded the teacher irritably.
“We were only fooling,” muttered Gus.
“That’s the way it was, Mr. Sharp!” spoke up Walter. “They didn’t mean to break the rules. It isn’t study-hour——”
“That makes no difference,” interrupted Mr. Sharp. “I shall give you each ten marks and place you both on the ‘limits’ for a week.”
“But I’m on the eleven, Mr. Sharp,” protested Gus. “That will keep me from practising with the team and we’re to play the Military Academy next week.” Twenty-five marks caused a boy to be suspended, and to be given “the limits” was to prevent him from leaving the school grounds, even to go to the athletic field during the days for which the sentence was declared.
“You should have thought of that,” said Mr. Sharp.
“But I must go. There isn’t any other way. I’ll appeal to the doctor.”