“No; he’ll begin with you. I’m going to tell him to-night all that has happened, and he’ll have you discharged. You can make up your mind to that.”
If Herbert expected to see Andy exhibit fear or alarm, he was not gratified. Our hero, on the other hand, looked provokingly indifferent.
“Don’t you think you could get me off, Herbert?” asked Andy, with a smile, which the young aristocrat did not quite understand.
“If you will beg my pardon before the boys for what you did,” he said, magnanimously, “I won’t do anything about it.”
“That is very kind. I suppose you will be willing to ask my pardon first for striking me with the broom and calling me bad names.”
“No, I won’t. I only did and said what was proper.”
“Then you won’t get any apology out of me,” returned Andy.
“You will lose your place, and have to leave school.”
“I don’t think I shall.”
“My father will have you turned out, and another janitor appointed.”