"You will go and make yourself silly if you do too much," answered Tom Warren. "All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy, you know. Will you both meet me after you have had lunch--say about one o'clock--and we will go for a ramble?" "Where?" asked Charlton. "Anywhere in particular?" "I will tell you a nice walk. Let us go over the moor, and past Great Stow, out to Crab Tree Hill. It is jolly out there; and there are some lovely butterflies in the chalk there." "Butterflies in chalk?" said Ralph, raising his brows in wonder; and Warren laughed. "You kite! I mean that it is chalk country all round there, and the butterflies keep to it--fritillaries and skippers and browns; and we can find some grass snakes there." "Don't like snakes," said Ralph decisively, thinking of the terrible species which he had known in his younger days--snakes whose bite means certain death. "Well, I don't mind coming. Will you go, Fred?" And he turned to Charlton, who nodded his assent. "That is all right, then," answered Warren. "I will be over for you just after one, and we can pick up Charlton on our way and---- Hallo! what is the row?" The three lads turned. A scrimmage of some kind was evidently in progress at the other side of the playground, for there came some hoots and groans, and, mingling with the noise, a shrill cry of pain. "You great coward, let go my arm!" "Dobson and Co.," muttered Warren; and the three darted across to the scene of the trouble; and there they found Tinkle and Green, standing defiant and somewhat tearful, confronted by Dobson, Elgert and some of their cronies, while a scattered crowd of angry juniors kept in the safe background, hurling taunting jeers at the bigger boys. "I will half kill you, you cheeky little beggar!" they heard Dobson say to Tinkle. He had got hold of his arm, and, according to his favourite fashion, was twisting it painfully. "I will teach you to cheek me! I suppose it is that beggar Rexworth who has taught you to do it." But then Dobson stopped. He had thought that Ralph was gone; and even as he spoke, he caught sight of him. It certainly was very awkward for Dobson, and before he knew what to say next, Ralph had quietly but firmly removed Tinkle from his grasp. "You suppose wrong, Dobson," he said calmly. "I should not encourage any junior to cheek a senior; but I won't see a junior bullied, and you will please let that youngster go." "I didn't cheek him!" cried Tinkle--"leastways, not until he kicked me. I was standing here talking to Jimmy Green, when he and Elgert came up; and Elgert shied a stone at Green's head, and Dobson kicked me--the great coward! Let him stand up fair, and I will fight him myself." "Oh, no, you won't, sonny!" laughed Tom Warren. "You will clear off, and get home at once. No fight if you please."