I'll---I'll get him to
apprentice Frank to a shoemaker! Perhaps then he won't put on so many
airs."
"Good for you! I admire your pluck!" said James, slapping Mark on the
back. "You are true grit, you are! Just teach the fellow a lesson."
"See if I don't!"
Mark nodded his head resolutely, and went into the presence of Dr.
Brush, thirsting for vengeance against his stepbrother, who, he felt
persuaded, had informed against him.
If Frank had known his suspicions he would have been very much
surprised. As it happened, however, he did not even know that his
stepbrother had been summoned to the doctor's study. Had he met Herbert,
the later would have told him; but after receiving his list, it so
chanced that he and his friend did not meet.
The fact was that a young man employed as tutor in mathematics in the
academy, while taking an afternoon walk, had seen Mark and James Carson
leaving the liquor saloon, and, as in duty bound, had reported the same
to the principal.
Mr. Triangle, however, had not been observed by either of the two boys,
and therefore they were led off on a false scent.
"What do you think the old man will say?" asked Mark, uneasily, as they
ascended the stairs to the principal's study.
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