Detective and mystery stories; Inheritance and succession -- Juvenile fiction; Schools -- Juvenile fiction
"Oh, oh! You are breaking my back!" howled the bully.
"Open your mouth!"
"I won't! Oh, help me, you fellows--he will break my back! Oh! Ugh!
Ow! I am choking!" For, just as he opened his mouth to yell, Ralph had
pushed both those pieces of blotting-paper in.
"Now, then, take them," he said. "Quick, or it will be the worse for
you!"
Dobson, with many queer grimaces, had to comply--it was the most
unsavoury morsel which he had tasted for many a day.
[Illustration: "DOBSON, WITH MANY QUEER GRIMACES, HAD TO COMPLY." p. 49]
"Now! Ah, I see that you have straightened things!" Ralph went on. "Now
you chaps can go, and the next time you want to come into our study
take my advice and ask leave, or there will be more trouble. Clear out!"
And he unlocked the door and flung it open.
And out those half dozen boys went, looking considerably crestfallen
and stupid, and knowing also that they were cowards--they were all
frightened by Ralph, so greatly does one of dauntless bearing affect a
number.
But one boy turned, and that one was Horace Elgert, and he came back
and gave Ralph look for look.
"Look here, you new fellow!" he said, "you have been very clever, but
you have done a bad day's work for yourself. You have made one enemy at
least. As for that insult which you offered me, you will have to fight
me for it; and as for you, you miserable cub"--and he turned towards
Charlton, who cowered back before his raised fist--"as for you, I
will----"
"Hold hard--you will do nothing!" answered Ralph, with the utmost
good humour. "You are talking tall, that is all about it. Now, take
my advice, and go; and when you are calmer, you will see things
differently. And then, as to fighting--well, I shall not run away in
the meantime. Clear!"
And with that he shut the door and locked it behind his discomfited
foes. Then, seating himself, he looked at the bewildered Charlton, and
laughed again as he saw the look of admiration in his face.
"There, I think that has taught them a lesson! We shall not have them
upset our study again," he said. "One must maintain one's rights, and
we may as well begin as we mean to go on. So this is our study, is it?"
"Yes, if you will share it with me," the other boy said. And Ralph
answered--
"Share it? Of course I shall share it with you! Did not you hear Mr.
Delermain say that we were to share it?"
"But most fellows don't like me, because--because----"
"Never mind why," interrupted Ralph, anxious to spare the boy's
feelings. "I heard something about your father being gone; well, my
father is gone, you know"--and Ralph's voice shook a little--"and so we
two ought to be chums, and help each other. Then, I suppose that you
know more than I do; for, except at roping a steer or rounding up a
herd of cattle, I am afraid that I am not of much use. You will be able
to help me on no end."
"What! I help you?" gasped Charlton. "How can I do that?"
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