"I wanted to hook it," John explained, "because it's so beastly fuggy; but Beaumont-Greene wouldn't promise me to do something he ought to do."
"This is mysterious."
"The swaggering young blackguard cheeked me," growled Greene.
"I was very polite—at first," pleaded John.
"Hook it now, anyway," said Authority.
"Not till he promises. If you turn me out, I'll come back after you're gone."
"What is it you want him to promise?"
John had achieved his object.
"I want him to leave young Kinloch alone."
The two Sixth Form boys glanced at each other; at John; at the gross, spotted face of Beaumont-Greene. Then the senior said coldly—