Mr. Cantwell wheeled abruptly.
"Who is principal here, Mr. Drake?"
"You are, sir."
"Then be good enough to let me finish my remarks."
This dialogue was spoken in an undertone, but the students guessed some inkling of its substance.
The submaster subsided, but Mr. Cantwell couldn't seem to remember, just then, what he wanted to say. So he stood gazing about the room. In doing this he caught sight of the face of Purcell.
"Mr. Purcell!" called the principal.
That young man rose, standing by his seat. "Mr. Purcell, you made some threat to me a few minutes ago?"
"Yes, sir."
"What was that threat?"