"Come!" And he led Pepper out of the mess-hall.

His grip on the youth's arm was so firm that it hurt not a little.
"Mr.Crabtree, you are hurting my arm." "I don't care if I am!" snapped the teacher.

"You come along!" And he fairly dragged Pepper along the hall.
"Where to ?" "You'll soon see." "What is wrong ?" "You know well enough, Ditmore.

You took my--er--my set of teeth! You have made me the laughing-stock of the whole school! You shall suffer for it!" "Who says I took the teeth ?" "John Fenwick saw you place them on the chandelier! Oh, you need not deny it." "Mumps! Well, he always was a sneak!" answered Pepper.
"He is a nice, manly youth." With a firm grip still on Pepper's arm, the irate teacher led the way to a room looking out on the rear.

It was an apartment less than ten feet square, and plainly furnished with two chairs and a couch.