Bobby was silent, but still looked straight into his face. No frown could make Bobby Blake drop his eyes in shame.
"Two boys were fighting here just now," said the teacher, slowly and sternly. "Isn't that so?"
"Yes, sir," said Bobby, quietly.
"Barrymore Gray was not here?" asked the other, sharply.
"Oh, no, sir. Barry knew nothing about it, sir," cried Bobby.
"Ah! Indeed? Then this fight was a strictly private affair?"
Bobby looked miserable, but said nothing.
"How many boys were here?"
Bobby wagged his head negatively. "I—I can't tell you, sir."
"Nor the names of the boys who fought?"