“You look out, Andy Gordon! You’ll get into trouble before you know it!” “Thank you for telling me!” said Andy, calmly. “What sort of trouble will I get into?” “You think you’re all right because Dr. Euclid took your part this morning!” continued Herbert, not answering the question; “but that isn’t the end of the matter, by a long shot! The doctor isn’t so great a man as he thinks he is.” “I never knew that he considered himself a great man,” answered Andy. “Well, he does. He doesn’t know how to treat a gentleman.” “Why don’t he?” “He upholds you in what you did.” “He thinks it right to act in self-defense.” “He may have to act in self-defense himself. My father is one of the trustees of this academy.” “You said that this morning.” “He can turn the doctor out of office, and put in another teacher,” continued Herbert. “That isn’t anything to me,” said Andy. “Still, I have one thing to say.” “What is that?” asked Herbert, suspiciously. “That he will have a big job on his hands when he undertakes it,” said Andy. “He can do it,” repeated Herbert, jerking his head emphatically; “but he won’t begin with that.” “Won’t he?” said Andy, indifferently. “No; he’ll begin with you. I’m going to tell him to-night all that has happened, and he’ll have you discharged. You can make up your mind to that.” If Herbert expected to see Andy exhibit fear or alarm, he was not gratified. Our hero, on the other hand, looked provokingly indifferent. “Don’t you think you could get me off, Herbert?” asked Andy, with a smile, which the young aristocrat did not quite understand. “If you will beg my pardon before the boys for what you did,” he said, magnanimously, “I won’t do anything about it.” “That is very kind. I suppose you will be willing to ask my pardon first for striking me with the broom and calling me bad names.” “No, I won’t. I only did and said what was proper.” “Then you won’t get any apology out of me,” returned Andy. “You will lose your place, and have to leave school.” “I don’t think I shall.” “My father will have you turned out, and another janitor appointed.” “The janitor is not appointed by the trustees. Dr. Euclid always appoints the janitor.” This was news to Herbert. He had rather a vague idea of the powers of the trustees, and fancied that their authority extended to the appointment of so subordinate a person as the janitor. “It doesn’t make any difference,” he declared, recovering himself. “The doctor will have to dismiss you, whether he wants to or not.” “You speak very positively,” rejoined Andy, with a contemptuous smile, which Herbert resented. “You’ll find it’s no laughing matter,” said Herbert, hotly. “For a poor boy, you put on altogether too many airs.” Andy’s manner changed.