up his winning; but his fingers itched to play still, and a few days later, on his way to the football field, he went into a shop and bought a pennyworth of J pens.  He carried them loose in his pocket and enjoyed feeling them.  Presently Singer found out that he had them.  Singer had given up his nibs too, but he had kept back a very large one, called a Jumbo, which was almost unconquerable, and he could not resist the opportunity of getting Philip’s Js out of him.  Though Philip knew that he was at a disadvantage with his small nibs, he had an adventurous disposition and was willing to take the risk; besides, he was aware that Singer would not allow him to refuse.  He had not played for a week and sat down to the game now with a thrill of excitement.  He lost two of his small nibs quickly, and Singer was jubilant, but the third time by some chance the Jumbo slipped round and Philip was able to push his J across it.  He crowed with triumph.  At that moment Mr. Watson came in.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

He looked from Singer to Philip, but neither answered.

“Don’t you know that I’ve forbidden you to play that idiotic game?”

Philip’s heart beat fast.  He knew what was coming and was dreadfully frightened, but in his fright there was a certain exultation.  He had never been swished.  Of course it would hurt, but it was something to boast about afterwards.

“Come into my study.”

The headmaster turned, and they followed him side by side Singer whispered to Philip: 

“We’re in for it.”

Mr. Watson pointed to Singer.

“Bend over,” he said.

Philip, very white, saw the boy quiver at each stroke, and after the third he heard him cry out.  Three more followed.

“That’ll do.  Get up.”

Singer stood up.  The tears were streaming down his face.  Philip stepped forward.  Mr. Watson looked at him for a moment.

“I’m not going to cane you.  You’re a new boy.  And I can’t hit a cripple.  Go away, both of you, and don’t be naughty again.”

When they got back into the school-room a group of boys, who had learned in some mysterious way what was happening, were waiting for them.  They set upon Singer at once with eager questions.  Singer faced them, his face red with the pain and marks of tears still on his cheeks.  He pointed with his head at Philip, who was standing a little behind him.

“He got off because he’s a cripple,” he said angrily.

Philip stood silent and flushed.  He felt that they looked at him with contempt.

“How many did you get?” one boy asked Singer.

But he did not answer.  He was angry because he had been hurt

“Don’t ask me to play Nibs with you again,” he said to Philip.  “It’s jolly nice for you.  You don’t risk anything.”

“I didn’t ask you.”

“Didn’t you!”

He quickly put out his foot and tripped Philip up.  Philip was always rather unsteady on his feet, and he fell heavily to the ground.