In about ten minutes King entered and said, “I say, Telson, you’re in for it! You’re to go to Bloomfield directly.”
“What’s he given you?”
“A licking!” said King; “and stopped my play half a week. But I say, you’d better go—sharp!”
“I’m not going,” said Telson.
“What!” exclaimed King, in amazement.
“Cut it,” said Telson; “I’m busy.”
“He sent me to fetch you,” said King.
“Don’t I tell you I’m not coming? I’ll lick you, King, if you don’t cut it!”
King did “cut it” in a considerable state of alarm at the foolhardiness of his youthful comrade.
But Telson knew his business. No sooner had King gone than he took up his Virgil and paper, and repaired once more to Riddell’s study.