Channing.
"The boys all say it, papa. It was circulating through the school this
morning like wild-fire."
"You will never take the prize for logic, Tom. _How_ did the boys hear
it, I ask?"
"Through Mr. Calcraft," replied Tom.
"Tom!"
"Mr. Ketch, then," said Tom, correcting himself as he had done before.
"Both names are a mile too good for him. Ketch came into contact with
some of the boys this morning before ten-o'clock school, and, of
course, they went into a wordy war--which is nothing new. Huntley was
the only senior present, and Ketch was insolent to him. One of the boys
told Ketch that he would not dare to be so, next year, if Huntley
should be senior boy. Ketch sneered at that, and said Huntley never
would be senior boy, nor Channing either, for it was already given to
Yorke. The boys took his words up, ridiculing the notion of _his_
knowing anything of the matter, and they did not spare their taunts.
That roused his temper, and the old fellow let out all he knew. He said
Lady Augusta Yorke was at Galloway's office yesterday, boasting about
it before Jenkins."
"A roundabout tale, indeed!" remarked Mr. Channing; "and told in a
somewhat roundabout manner, Tom. I should not put faith in it. Did you
hear anything of this, Arthur?"
"No, sir. I know that Lady Augusta called at the office yesterday
afternoon while I was at college. I don't know anything more."
"Huntley intends to drop across Jenkins this afternoon, and question
him," resumed Tom Channing.
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