Bobby shook all over, but he stuffed the cap into the breast of his jacket.
"Robert, stand up!" commanded the teacher.
Bobby did so. He looked timidly across at the gentleman. Certainly Mr. Leith was a very stern looking man!
"Come here, Robert," said Mr. Leith.
Bobby crossed the sandlot at a slow crawl. Mr. Leith cleared his throat, removing his eyeglasses to wipe them. On the instant, as the boy reached the fence, he flung Fred's cap through the rails and out over the edge of the cliff. It disappeared like a shot.
"What was that, sir?" demanded Mr. Leith, putting on the eyeglasses and looking at Bobby again.
The boy hesitated. The gentleman repeated:
"What was it? I saw you throw something away."
"It—it was a cap," said Bobby.
"A cap? Not your own cap?" exclaimed the teacher, in surprise. "You have your own cap on."