Quite a lot of the girls had gathered, too, by this time.
The principal turned around, sharply, as some of the girls began to giggle.

But Mr.Cantwell was unable to detect the one who had thus taunted him.
Coach Morton peered over the railing of the floor above.
"Mr.Morton!" called the principal.
"Yes, sir." "Sound the assembling gong, if you please." Clang! clang! clang! The din of the gong cut their recess four minutes short, but not one of the excited High School boys regretted it.

They had had a chance to express themselves, and now fell in, filing down to the locker rooms, then up the stairs once more to the assembly room.

Bayliss and Fremont came in, joining the others.

They were white-faced, but strove to carry their heads very high.
The sounding of the gong had stopped the circulating of the paper that had been so angrily torn down from the bulletin board.