"It was too bad to stand by and triumph, certainly," observed Wildney.
"I say, you fellows," remonstrated Wright, who, with Vernon, was sitting
reading a book at one of the desks, "all that isn't fair. I'm sure you
all saw how really sorry Rose looked about it; and he said, you know,
that it was merely for the sake of school discipline that he put the
matter in Rowlands' hands."
"Discipline be hanged," shouted Brigson; "we'll have our revenge on him
yet, discipline or no."
"I hope you won't, though," said Vernon; "I know Eric will be sorry if
you do."
"The more muff he. We shall do as we like."
"Well, I shall tell him; and I'm sure he'll ask you not. You know how he
tries to stick up for Rose."
"If you say a word more," said Brigson, unaccustomed to being opposed
among his knot of courtiers, "I'll kick you out of the room; you and
that wretched little fool there with you."
"You may do as you like," answered Wright, quietly, "but you won't go
on like this long, I can tell you.
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