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{6 THE KING OF THE SCHOOL; OR, WHO WILL WIN? EEC GAD Some minutes elapsed, and then Crawley, finding that his principal still remained insensible, said sulk- ily— “‘ We acknowledge ourselves beaten.” “Hurrah, hurrah!” shouted Egerton’s friends, who outnumbered the others three to one. “Hurrah for Frank Egerton.” “Who has proved himself THE KING OF THE ScHOOL!” added Pem- bridge. Half-a-dozen of them then seized him and bore him in triumph to the “Six Bells.” | The host was accustomed to see the pupils of the college slightly bruised after a visit to the old chalk-pit, so forebore to express any surprise till he heard that it was Baynes who had suffered defeat at the hands of our young hero. “What, Mr. Baynes whopped!” he exclaimed. “Yes,” replied Pembridge, “licked after a splendid mill which lasted fifty minutes—nine rounds.” “It must have been a hot ’un, for I taught Mr. Baynes to box myself,” said Grimes. ‘But, come, sir, let me tie this bit of raw meat over your eye; it is a stunning thing to take out all the inflammation.” | Frank submitted, and, after sundry bottles of Bass had been consumed, and he had recovered his breath and strength a little, he and his supporters set out to return to Lexicon College. Crawley and his friends, supporting Baynes, were some distance ahead. 2 0 a CHAPTER IV. PROFESSOR MOERITZ “Ach Himmel! Wer rst dieser jiing- ling ?”* exclaimed a stout, middle-aged man, with fair long hair, as he saw the conquered one come towards the college. Having carefully adjusted a pair of blue spectacles upon his nose he gave another look, which seemed to satisfy him as to the youth’s identity. “Mein gott !” he then exclaimed in slower and more gutteral tones, “ Mein gott! it is Baynes, and he shall have been fighting. The speaker was Dr. Franz Moeritz, professor of German mathematics, and natural philosophy in Lexicon College. Professor Moeritz was most decidedly a popular man among his pupils, a strict disciplinarian in class-hours, a splendid schoiar, and a profound thinker ; in the playfield a burly, genial giant, who de- lighted to take part inthe sports patron- ised by the Boys of England. * Oh, Heaven! who is thie youth None laughed more heartily than he when he made some ridiculous blunder in the midst of a game of cricket, or be- came the victim of some practical joke. ‘“‘ Ah, Meinheer Baynes, so you have been at ze box. Dat is bad.” Baynes looked down, and said no- thing. He felt very weak, and heartily longed to retire to his bed-room. Finding the professor was not inclined to put any more questions, he tottered away. Then up came Frank Egerton. “Zo you are ze new poy. You haf begun well, sir; you haf beat Baynes till he shall no come home with a blue eye.” “T was challenged, sir.” “ Ah |” “Of course I could not refuse to accept a chalienze. Even yon, sir, i | think, would fight under such circum- | stances.” EO MAICLOOC EO mn