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"You can do as you please, Pearl; but tell the truth, if you say anything," continued Vallington.
"I did help Poodles," said he, looking down at the floor.
"How much did you help him?"
"I lent him my examination paper, and he copied all the solutions upon his own."
"And after that you were willing to declare that you had not a.s.sisted any one?" demanded the judge, with a look of supreme contempt on his fine features.
"I had not helped any one _when_ I signed my paper."
"Humph!" exclaimed Vallington, with a withering sneer. "That is the meanest kind of a lie."
"I didn't mean to a.s.sist him; he teased me till I couldn't help myself," pleaded Pearl.
A further examination showed that Poodles had browbeaten and threatened him; and we were disposed to palliate Pearl's offence, in consideration of his poverty and his dependent position, after he had confessed his error.
"Are you willing to make this acknowledgment to Mr. Parasyte?" asked the judge, in a tone of compa.s.sion.
"I don't want to; but I will. I suppose he will send me home then,"
replied the culprit.
"We will do what we can for you," added the judge.
Pearl had been a pretty good fellow among the boys, was generally popular, and all were sorry for him. But his confession in a manner absolved him, and the students heartily declared that they would stand by him.
"Our business is finished," said Vallington, "unless Poodles has something more to say."
Poodles had listened with consternation to the confession of Pearl, and he now appeared to be dissatisfied with himself rather than with the court.
"I didn't think d.i.c.k Pearl would let on in that way," said he, casting a reproachful glance at his fellow-culprit.
"He has told the truth. If he had not confessed, we could have proved that he helped you," added Vallington. "I have seen the six papers that were all right myself. Pearl performed the third example in a very peculiar and roundabout way; and Poodles had it in the same way, while the other did it by the most direct method."
"I suppose it's of no use to stand out now," said Poodles, timidly.
"Will you confess now?"
"I will, if it will do any good."
"If you will tell the truth to Mr. Parasyte, that is all we want. The fellows haven't anything against you. Will you do so?"
"I will if you say I shall not be expelled," whined Poodles.
"I can only say that we will not ask for your expulsion. I suppose there is no danger of Mr. Parasyte expelling _you_," added the judge, with a dry humor, appreciated by all the students.
"Mr. Parasyte!" exclaimed one of the sentinels at the door.
There was an attempt on the part of the princ.i.p.al to pull the door open, but it was well secured upon the inside.
"Let him in," said the judge.
The door opened, and Mr. Parasyte entered the school-room.
CHAPTER VIII.
IN WHICH ERNEST VANQUISHES THE SCHOOLMASTER.
Mr. Parasyte had evidently obtained some information in regard to the great rebellion before he entered the school-room; for though he looked extremely troubled, he did not seem to be so much astonished as might have been expected. He was admitted by order of the judge, and took off his hat as he walked up the aisle to the platform, wiping away the perspiration which gathered on his heated brow under the severe mental struggles his position induced.
"What does all this mean?" he demanded, with a sternness which we could not help seeing was a.s.sumed.
The boys were all orderly and quiet; the school room was as still as during the regular sessions of the Inst.i.tute. The sentinels, with their bats and clubs, stood immovable at their stations, and the scene produced its full impression upon the mind of the princ.i.p.al. As he did not seem to be prepared to receive an answer to his question, none was given; and Mr. Parasyte glanced uneasily around the room, apparently seeking to obtain a better understanding of the scene.
"What does all this _mean_?" demanded he, a second time.
"It means, sir," replied Henry Vallington, "that the boys are dissatisfied, and intend to have things set right."
"Is this a proper way to express their dissatisfaction--to take advantage of my absence to get up a riotous a.s.sembly?"
"We have been perfectly orderly, sir," added the judge, in respectful tones.
"How came you here, Thornton?" continued the princ.i.p.al, as his gaze rested on me.
"We brought him here, sir," promptly interposed Vallington, anxious to relieve me of any responsibility for my escape from my prison-chamber.
"Vallington, I confess my astonishment at seeing you engaged in an affair of this kind," said Mr. Parasyte, reproachfully; and he fixed his gaze upon the judge, and again wiped the perspiration from his forehead. "I have always regarded you as an orderly and well-behaved boy."
"I do not expect to forfeit my reputation as such by what I have done.
Mr. Parasyte, the boys are dissatisfied. We are not little children.
We have all reached the years of discretion, and we know the difference between right and wrong, between justice and injustice."
"Do you intend to read me a lecture?" demanded the princ.i.p.al, angrily.
"No, sir; I had no such intention--only to state the facts."
"But you are arraigning me, the princ.i.p.al of the Parkville Liberal Inst.i.tute," added Mr. Parasyte, measuring the judge from head to foot.
"You may call it what you please, sir."
"May I ask what you purpose to do?" continued the princ.i.p.al, in a sneering tone, not unmingled with timidity.
"Poodles," said the judge, turning to the lank toady, "stand up."
He obeyed; and being now with the majority of the boys, I think he was mean enough to enjoy the discomfiture of Mr. Parasyte, for there can be no real respect or true sympathy in the relation of one flunky with another.