Take back your six stamps, and write me out one hundred lines of Livy by Thursday morning." Poor Dig turned green, and staggered back a pace, and stared at the six stamps in his hand.
"Why!" gasped he.

"I had Blazer--I--" "Be silent, sir, and go to your study, and tell Tilbury to come here." In due time Tilbury came, and received back his six stamps, and a hundred lines of Livy, and an order to send the next boy on the black list to receive a similar reward for his merits.

And so the tedious process went on, and that afternoon, in Mills's study, twenty boys sadly took back six stamps each, and received among them two thousand lines of Livy, to be handed in on Thursday morning.

One name remained: the first on the list, and consequently the last in the order in which Railsford had taken it.
"I will return these," said he, taking up the six remaining stamps, "to Felgate myself." Mills made one more appeal.
"Do let me off going to the doctor, sir!" implored he.

"Why, sir, I never thought it could be wrong if Felgate went in for it, and they've all got their stamps back, sir.