detected.

"Pip, hold out your hand. There, take that!"

"Ow! you hit too hard."

"He will cry. Don't hit too hard!" shouted a warning voice from the
closet.

"Booh-ooh-ooh!" went Pip.

"I didn't hit you hard," explained the "principal of the academy," as he
had several times called himself. "You mustn't be a-foolin' in school. If
you were in a real school you would get worse whippings than that."

Pip's only answer was, "Booh-ooh-ooh!"

"Wort, come here. You are not presenting a respectful face to your
teacher. I caught you, sir. Hold out your hand."

"I don't want to."

"Do you rebel?" and the principal swelled as if ambitious to puff himself
into a giant.

It is not pleasant to put it on record that Wort did rebel. He refused to
hold out his hand, and when Sid seized him he resisted. Then a tussle set
in, and it was doubtful whether the teacher would floor the scholar, or
the scholar floor the teacher. But they drew off and scowled at one
another like two thunder clouds.