Meanwhile Alfred had run on and reached the school before Cox had any chance of catching him.
“Cox, come here!” exclaimed Mr. Harmer, when the school was reassembled.
Cox promptly went up.
“I wish you to do those two sums again that you did this morning,” said the master. “Sit down there where I can see you.”
Cox sat down, knowing very well that he could not do the sums alone. Alfred heard this, and felt almost as uncomfortable as Cox himself. While he was writing out some parsing in English, a small piece of paper was put into his hand. He opened it.
Just do those sums again for me or I shall split on you.—H. C.
“What are you doing, Davidson?” demanded the master.
“Someone put a piece of paper in my hand, sir,” replied Alfred.
“Give it to me.”
Alfred took it up to his master.