"Let him send his servant. He will find me at home. Mr. Hathorn, I
am not going to run away, you need not think it. Give me in charge
if you dare; I don't care what they do to me, but the whole country
shall know what a tyrant you are."

So saying, he collected his books, put his cap on his head, and
walked from the schoolroom, the boys cheering him loudly as he
went. On reaching home he went at once to his father's study.

"I am sorry to say, sir, that there has been a row in the school,
and Hathorn has threatened to send a constable here after me for
throwing an inkstand at him."

"Throwing an inkstand!" Captain Sankey exclaimed. "Is it possible?"

"It is quite possible and quite true; he has been treating us
shamefully for the last ten days; he has been always a cruel brute
all along, though I never wanted to make a fuss about it, but it
has been getting worse and worse. Ten days ago some one killed his
cat, and I am almost sure it was none of the boys, but he chose
to believe it was, and because he couldn't find out who, he has
punished the whole school, and all our play hours have been taken
up with lessons ever since, and he said he would keep on so till
he found out who did it, if it was months.

"So at last we could not stand it any longer, and we all agreed that
we wouldn't do the extra tasks, and that we would stick together
when we told him so. He rushed at me with his cane, and gave me one
with all his might, and I threw an inkstand at him, and it caught