“Did you? I’m very glad Wally gave you a welting for it. I wish he’d do it again.”
“He hits above the belt, that’s how I know him from you,” retorted Lickford.
“Order—what’s the prisoner got to say!”
“Crams,” said Percy, “it’s no use asking him.”
“Wait a bit,” said the judge. “Fisher minor, how many of our chaps did you collar?”
“None, really,” said the prisoner. “I waited by the gymnasium.”
“Oh. What for?”
“Well, I was canvassing.”
“What did you wait at the gymnasium for?” This was awkward. Fisher minor found himself getting into a tight corner, tighter even than the wash-stand. “I was told to.”
“Who by? your brother, I suppose.”