This business will be settled more to our satisfaction if we don't put ourselves in the wrong." "Pull that fellow Prescott away from the door!" called Fred Ripley, anxious to start any kind of trouble against Dick & Co.

Submaster Drake, forcing his way through the throng, calming the hottest-headed ones, turned an accusing look on Fred.

The latter saw it and slunk back into the crowd.
Bristow, still holding his handkerchief to his head, darted out of the building.
Submaster Morton and Luce, bearing the excitement, came up from class rooms on the ground floor.

They entered by the same door through which Bristow had left.
Over on the other side of the room, fearing that a violent riot was about to start, some of the girls began to scream.

The women teachers present hurried among the girls, quieting them by reassuring words.
"Now, young gentlemen," called Mr.Drake, "we'll consider all this rumpus done with.