“And now, you fellow, Harpour,” said Henderson, re-entering the dormitory; “as you’ve knocked up Evson, and half killed Eden, I’ll tell Somers. Do you hear? and I hope he’ll thrash you till you can’t stand.”
“He daren’t; Robertson’s punished me already.”
“He dare, and will; you won’t get off so lightly as all that.”
“You’re a set of sneaks; and I’ll be even with you yet,” growled Harpour, too much cowed to resent Henderson’s defiance.
Henderson laughed scornfully; and Cradock said, “And I’ll tell the whole school what bullies you’ve been, Harpour and Jones.”
“And I,” said Franklin; “I don’t envy you two.”
“The school doesn’t consist altogether of such softs as your lot, luckily,” answered Harpour.
“Softs or not, we’ve put a spoke in your wheel for the present,” answered Franklin. “I congratulate you on the rich black eye which one of the softs, half your size, has given you.”
“They’re not worth snarling with, Franklin,” said Henderson; “we shall be rid of him and Jones from Number 10 henceforth; that’s one blessing.”