“Ha! ha! ha! you’re not a monitor, my boy. Go and do it. We’ll report you for invading our privacy. Say what you want there, can’t you?”
“You know what I want well enough,” said Felgate, forced at last to recognise that entrance was hopeless.
“What’s the good of coming to tell us, then?” responded Dig.
“What business had you to go to my room the other evening?”
“Went to return your call,” said Arthur. “Sorry we weren’t at home when you called on us, and thought we’d do the polite and look you up. That makes us square, doesn’t it?”
“Do you know I could get you expelled for coming and taking things out of my room?” said Felgate.
“Ha! ha! Do it! look sharp. We’ll all go home together.”
“I want the things you took away; do you hear? One of the masters has sent for them; they are to be given up immediately.”
“Are they? Tell one of the masters, if he wants them he’d better go up the chimney after them.”
“I shan’t waste my time here any more. You’ll be sorry for it, both of you, when I catch you.”