CHAPTER ELEVEN.
FRIENDS AND FOES.
Napoleon, the prisoner in the school "lock-up," raged for a while like a caged lion.

Then he calmed down into the sulks, returned to his determination to run away, concluded again that he would go to sea, thought of his family and his duties once more, and at last concluded to take his punishment without a word, though he knew that the boy who had mocked him into anger deserved the punishment fully as much as did he who had been the insulted one.
"But then," he reasoned, "he paid well for his taunts and teasing.

I wonder how he is now ?" His schoolmate, the English boy, Lawley, was on duty outside the "lock-up" door, as a sort of monitor.
"Say, you Lawley!" Napoleon called out, "and how is that brute of a Bouquet ?" "None the better for seeing you, little one," replied the good-natured English boy, who had that love of fair play that is supposed to belong to all Englishmen, and, therefore, felt that young Bonaparte was suffering unjustly.

Then he added: "Bouquet will no doubt die, and then what will you do ?" "I will plead self-defence, my friend," said Napoleon.

"Did not you tell me that an English judge did once declare that a man's home was his castle, which he was pledged to defend from invasion and assault.