“I’m not quite as green as some fellows think,” said he. “A fellow came to me this morning and told me to go to the Doctor at 9:30. A nice fool he thought he’d make of me. Ha, ha!”
“What fellow was he?” said Dick, looking rather serious.
“I don’t know his name,” said Coote. “The fellow who marked the names in chapel, I believe.”
“What, Swinstead? Did he tell you to go?”
“Rather; and I told him I wasn’t such a fool as I looked—I mean as he thought.”
“By Jove!—you young ass! You’ve got yourself into a mess, if you like.”
“How do you mean?” inquired the new boy, beginning to be alarmed at the concerned looks of his two friends.
“Why, he’s Chapel usher,” said Dick. “Do you mean to say you didn’t go to the Doctor?”
“Rather not. I—”
“What’s the time?” said Dick.