Jim Smith signalized his devotion to study by producing an apple
core, and throwing it with such skillful aim that it struck Mr.
Crabb in the back of the head.

The usher turned quickly, his face flushed with wild indignation.

"Who threw that missile?" he asked, in a vexed tone.

Of course no one answered.

"I hope no personal disrespect was intended," continued the usher.

Again no answer.

"Does anyone know who threw it?" asked Mr. Crabb.

"I think it was the new scholar," said Jim Smith, with a malicious
look at Hector.

"Master Roscoe," said Mr. Crabb, with a pained look, "I hope you
have not started so discreditably in your school life."

"No, sir," answered Hector; "I hope I am not so ungentlemanly. I
don't like to be an informer, but I saw Smith himself throw it at
you. As he has chosen to lay it to me, I have no hesitation in
exposing him."

Jim Smith's face flushed with anger.