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The Pothunters

Chapter 3 An Unimportant By-Product

Word Count: 1866    |    Released on: 19/11/2017

ertook his friend Morrison, a young gentleman who had the unique distinction of being the rowdiest f

ison, heard

, w

into the Pav

o,

ular burglar. After

binson, try th

am doing,'

ting a disturbance. Two School House juniors, who happened to be passing,

ped to take breath. It was always his habit to take up any business

--' began

rself, M

emendation to pass. 'This lunatic's got s

ell you I sa

ourself,

yway? You seem so jo

glass cut out of the w

e fags, judicially, 'if the kid wasn't telling the truth for once in hi

that, however foreign to his usual habits, Robinson might on t

engefully. 'Shows what a fat lot you kn

er since he got off the bottom bench

g that matters were going against him

u bet?' sai

replied Morri

t. You know

He drew a deep breath, as who should say, 'It

aid Robinson. 'That's to say,' he add

imsdale. 'We'll see that he shells o

ho,' sa

re expected to be in their places to answer their names at 8.58, they were late. And as they had all been late the day before

radoes, numbering at least a hundred, had taken the Pavilion down, brick by brick, till only the foundatio

stared at the window with much the same interest as they were wont to use in inspecting the First El

ot was to be rewarded, he had selected only three. Two of these were worth having, being the challenge cup for the quarter and the non-challenge cup for the hundred yards, both silver, but the third was a valueless flask, and the general voice of the School was loud in condemning the business abilities of one

ace once,' began Reade, of

'has been telling us that burglary chestnut of his all

ate.' Dallas and Vaughan, of Ward's, added themselv

childhood,' said Barrett. 'A burglar got into

the hall, and my pat

hid under

at him over

the story, your pater fired throug

that was a

s it matter? Tell u

d did it. A man of the vilest antecedents

hould see what we get to eat i

for the sake of booking chaps. If he books a c

minal of sorts in his spare time. It

o ask Dallas audibly if life was worth living, and Dallas repli

s conversation was shaped to one single end, that of trying to make the person to whom he talked feel uncomfortable. Many of his jars had become part of the School history. T

sage,

please

, because I'm going

e true. Suffice it to say,

aster R. Robinson training for his quarter-mile, and had thought it was an earthquake, found much favour with the junior portion of the assembly. Simpson, on whom Robinson had been given start in the race, expressed an opinion tha

tly. Once start a row like this, and all the beaks turn into regular detectives and go ferreting about all

t might easily have been true, and really was true in parts. His dignity was offended. He s

r one thing it makes them s

es

ride this afternoon. There'

don't

ing place about ten miles down the Stapleton Road. Big wood, with a ripping little hollow in the middle,

de to say, 'Oh, I'll answer your name at roll-call.' But Re

Reade,'

el

oll-call?' It was the first time he ha

said

his ears. Did he sleep? Did h

!' he

ans

an to say

e deuce should I do your b

ed him to ask for explanations. Dignity threw cold water

nce. In all the three years of their acquaintance

interests of the common good--he and Reade shared a study, and icy coolness in a smal

ith you toda

ple precisely the same effect as that which the query, 'Do you know where

hundreds of other people were making the same rep

said B

s anothe

my name this afternoon,'

hat curiosity was a fraud, and resolving to confine his attentions for the

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