Tubbs sank down on a chair and began to attend to his nose with his
handkerchief. Sam remained standing, but his whole manner showed that he
did not consider he was being treated fairly.
"What both of you boys deserve is a good thrashing," said the teacher,
after a pause.
At this Sam looked his surprise. Thrashing was not permitted at the
Hall. The worst that could happen to a student was to place him in
solitary confinement over night, after a supper of bread and water.
"As I am not permitted by the rules to thrash you, I shall put you in
the stone cell over night," went on Jasper Grinder.
"Together?" questioned Tubbs, from behind his blood-stained
handkerchief.
"No. You shall go to the cell; and Rover shall be placed in the empty
storeroom next to it."
"The cell is ice cold, and so is the storeroom," protested Sam.
"It is not my fault that you must be placed there, and you will have to
put up with the cold," was the curt answer.
"I shan't stay in a cold room!" cried Sam. "It's not fair."
"You shall, and I'll put you there myself!" ejaculated Jasper Grinder.
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