“But he is at the bottom of it all. He told Peaks to persecute you. I’m not sure that the principal isn’t more to blame than all the others put together.”
“No matter for him; he has done very well.”
“Then you mean to let him off?”
“I say I’ve nothing against the head master.”
“Don’t be too hard on Peaks,” added Scott, as he climbed upon the rail to see the scenery of the fjord.
“I suppose all these islands, points, bays, and channels have names, just as they do on the other side of the ocean,” said Laybold, at whose side the good-natured tar seated himself.
“Of course,” nodded Scott.
“I wonder what they are.”
“Don’t you know?”
“Certainly not—how should I?”