The two speakers were among the smaller boys, neither being over fourteen, and though they sympathized with Tommy, their sympathy was not likely to do him any good.
Out came Palmer with the blanket.
“Are there any teachers about?” asked Jim.
“No.”
“That’s good. We shan’t be interfered with. Here, young one, come here.”
“What for?” asked Tommy, looking frightened.
“Come here, and you’ll find out.”
But Tommy had already guessed. He had read a story of English school life, in which a boy had been tossed in a blanket, and he was not slow in comprehending the situation.
“Oh, don’t toss me in a blanket!” said the poor boy, clasping his hands.
“Sorry to disturb you, but it’s got to be done, young one,” said Jim. “Here, jump in. It’ll do you good.”