“Surely the fellow won’t be allowed to take the scholarship after this?” said Ricketts. “The Doctor must see through it all.”
“It’s very queer if he doesn’t,” said Bullinger.
“The scholarship belongs to Wray,” said Braddy, “and I mean to say it’s a blackguard shame if he doesn’t get it!”
“It’s downright robbery, that’s what it is!” said another; “the fellow ought to be kicked out of the school!”
“I vote some one tells the Doctor,” said Braddy.
“Suppose you go and tell him now, yourself,” said Pembury, with a sarcastic smile; “you could do it capitally. What do you say?”
Braddy coloured. Pembury was always snubbing him.
“I don’t want to tell tales,” he said. “What I mean is, Wraysford ought not to be cheated out of his scholarship.”
“It’s a lucky thing Wray has got you to set things right for him,” snarled Pembury, amid a general titter.
Braddy subsided at this, and left his tormentor master of the situation.