The Island School — page 167: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

Oe rd. Nor Hone oe eine when they landed, but stalked away, angry with himself and i n “Tam glad I sold him,” said Jim, oni Me a “Did you know he was going to send a letter?” asked Stiff, i ) Twas told so, and he Was SO preciously hasty he _ about our correspondence, I was bent on upsetting pois. We could have waited another half-hour before _ starting and then caught the steamer off the Eagle i i, with the wind in this quarter.” ios “T wonder what is in his letter?” said Lal as he ny _ jumped ashore. , He Jim did not answer him. He saw the letter lying hi at the bottom of the boat, and, under the circum- ves very bulky, and but for his being very quick in ie % _ movements he would not have succeeded in pocketing i mai : re < : _ peruse his.” And he sauntered off to read it in some sweet, CHAPTER LANIII. CHORKER CAN STAND NO MORE OF IT. \LEEPING a ah. open air is by. some people con- sidered to be the ultima Thule of human misery. Chorker was one of that class,and wy a night of it sufficed for him. | He selected a warm pe CU Nota a te corner of the chine, ay aS ee Wows it is true, and made ( the ground as soft as ca femal Sous Apart from its inevitable Sine with the sun, he became aware of the Seb. that the said insects had so maltreated his counten- _ .ance that it was puffed up so that he had only the - ae «smallest of orifices to see through. No prizefichter ‘ _ who had oot the worst of ; a combat for the champion- down on the shore, rocking to and fro. i read our 2 ine eR I think we have a right to | might obtain some on the morrow.” door of the schoolmaster’s study and left him there. — ; an “tne, idea of. reduein 1g ts pro aehed it in the sea, eh the result that the sal rate entering the small punctures made by his tommentors 8 i added forty per cent. to his pain and misery. As -“T’ye had enough of this,” he moaned as be. v7; Vil g s as soon as the swelling is regne et an Na 7 aay oa do what he pleases tome.” hn wee u It was some hours afterwards eit ‘Oharigelinies ey, peared on the scene. There was no marked: improve: Sats ment in the appearance of Chorker eyontdl that he ‘ could see a wee bit clearer. | rag oe Bes «¢ Merciful ‘ivens !” exclaimed ae have you been doing with yourself?” “Ts it likely I should do it ?” growled Chorker. ay it’ hinsects. Where's my breakfast ?”. sh “There ain’t none,” said Cheng hee ¢ What 2?” my “The larder was broken Tete fast night, and allt perwisions appropriated.” v! Changeling then told the story of the oat ab th window, and the discovery made by, Romeo in the morning. According to Changeling , he would not be able to get hold of any odd food that ee Se re me ) vore -N rs i “ee “T’m coming back,” said Chorker, ee | aN “ The best thing an can do,” assented Changeling, cheerfully facing about; “ T’ll help you along. That aL face of yours won't be down for a-week. But you can Ae lie close after you’ve seen Mr. Farrell. He’s in a oe good humour this oe and if you humbly ax him a to overlook what you've done, it will beallright.” Chorker saw no other way out of his misery, and. : he allowed himself to be led back to the house, which — a fortunately was clear of the boys at the time. x Furthermore, Changeling assisted. him as far as the 4 “ Go in,” he whispered. ‘Here, Ill knock for pe ! Changeling performed this office in a rather per-_ 4 emptory mney and retreated. ay ae “ Come in,” cried the voice of Mr. Farrell. ia ‘ opened the door and entered. Beret “Save me!” cried the schoolmaster, Sains Aa re~ an cognise him. “ What new horror is this P” oe ‘I’ve come back agin orders, I know,” said Chore a in.a cracked voice, as munccopmeal ye as his ae “ but you must overlook it.” Bee ‘ Orders!” gasped Mr. Farrell, packinwe across the room. ‘Keepoff! Whoare you? What are you: a ae “Which my name is Chorker, and your humble aa 4 servant,’ was the reply. | | ee a ee !” sa ) ia j