"No."
"You know you have to go four times a week?"
"Yes."
"Have you leave off from Matheson?"
"No."
"Do you wish to appeal?"
Within living memory no boy in Matheson's had ever exercised his right of appeal—a tribute, I hope, to the substantial justice of succeeding generations of monitors. O'Rane looked round at the four of us with a mixture of sullenness and timidity in his expressive black eyes.
"Guess I'm up against some blamed rule?" he hazarded.
Loring nodded.