“Go yourself,” I retorted, now thoroughly roused, and feeling reckless. “Go in to school and learn your lessons, and mind the Doctor don’t cane you.”
“What?” cried the tall, thin fellow, flushing up, as he advanced upon me menacingly, while the bell was rapidly getting toward its last strokes,—“what’s that you say?”
“Go in and get to your lessons, and take that fat-faced booby with you.”
“Well!” cried Burr, “of all!” and he looked astounded.
“That’s it, is it? Cheeking me because you know I can’t stop now. But all right, I shan’t forget it. If I do, Dicksee, you remind me after lessons that I’ve got to warm Jollop and this groom boy. The Doctor’s been spoiling them both lately, and they want taking down.”
“All in, all in, to begin!” was shouted from the doors.
“Oh yes, we’re coming soon,” said Burr major, throwing up his head. “Wait a bit, you, sir, and I’ll teach you to insult your seniors.”
“All in, all in!”
“Here, Dicksee, go and hit that fellow on the mouth for shouting.”
“All in, all in!” came again, directed at our group.