“Oh, from Kiddy—this afternoon.”

“Poor Kiddy! He seemed to be having an awful time at noon over that
roast beef.”

“He’s such a dodo—he’s more fun than a goat. I can put him up in the air
whenever I want to,” boasted Westby. “He’s the easiest to get rattled I
ever saw. I’m going to play horse with him in class to-morrow.”

“How?” asked Collingwood; and Irving basely pricked up his ears.

“Oh, you’ll see.”

Irving closed the door of his room quietly. “We’ll see, will we?” he
muttered, pacing back and forth. “Yes, I guess some one will see.”




CHAPTER IV

THE BAITING OF A MASTER


The room in which the Sixth Form assembled for the lesson in Geometry
was on the top floor of the Study building; the windows overlooked the
pond behind the Gymnasium. The teacher’s desk was on a platform in the
corner; a blackboard extended along two walls; and there were steps
beneath the blackboard on which the students stood to make their
demonstrations.