One of the Fallen For a few moments Drayne hung about outside, irresolute.

Then his native shrewdness asserted itself.
"Not to go in, after having been seen here in the yard would be to confess whatever anyone wants to charge," muttered Phin.

"Of course I'll go in.

And I'll just stand there and look more and more astounded every time that anyone says anything.

Brass, Phin---brass! Oh, I'd like to see anyone down me!" So, with all the swagger he could put on, this young Benedict Arnold of the school stepped into the Board room.