“Aren’t caught it very bad, gentlemen, have you?” he cried eagerly.
“Oh no, Wrench,” said Glyn, smiling.
“Thought not, sir, for the Doctor had got a twinkle in his eye when he’d done with the wild-beast man. It would have been hard if you’d caught it after what you did. Pst! There’s the study-bell.” And the man hurried away, leaving the culprits to stroll out together into the playground, where they found fully half the boys waiting to hear the result of their interview with the Doctor, Slegge and his courtiers hurrying up first.
“Well, beast-tamers,” he cried sneeringly, “how many lines of Latin have you got to do?” And he grinned offensively at them both.
“When?” said Glyn coolly.
“When? Why, now, at once.”
“We haven’t got any lines of Latin to do,” said Singh quietly. “To-day is a holiday.”
“For us,” cried Slegge; “but I know the Doctor. You have both got a pretty stiff dose to do, my fine fellows, and I wish you joy.”
“Thank you,” said Glyn; “but you are all in the wrong.”
“Wrong? Then what did the Doctor say to you?”