CHAPTER IV.
THROWING AT THE BATS.
Aroused thus abruptly out of sleep, cross and startled, Mrs. Dare attacked the two boys with angry words. "I will know what you have been doing," she exclaimed, rising and shaking out the flounces of her dress. "You have been at some mischief! Why do you come violently in, in this manner, looking as frightened as hares?"
"Not frightened," replied Cyril. "We are only hot. We had a run for it."
"A run for what?" she repeated. "When I say I will know a thing, I mean to know it. I ask you what you have been doing?"
"It's nothing very dreadful, that you need put yourself out," replied George. "One of old Markham's windows has come to grief."
"Then that's through throwing stones again!" exclaimed Mrs. Dare. "Now I am certain of it, and you need not attempt to deny it. You shall pay for it out of your own pocket-money if he comes here, as he did the last time."
"Ah, but he won't come here," returned Cyril. "He didn't see us. Is tea not ready?"
"You can go to the school-room and see. You are to take it there this evening."