House—and there are some fellows there who ought not to be. Now I don't like to report boys. I think, anyway, that for fellows as old as these are, the discipline ought to come from among themselves. I had just a glimpse, but I think some of them, anyway, are football-players. I wish, Ormsby, that you'd be on hand when they come out, and then pitch into 'em—for breaking training and all that, you know; give them a good dressing down and make them ashamed of themselves. I don't intend to push the matter any farther. You'll handle it for me?"
"Yes, indeed. It will be great sport. I love to scold," said Rupert, and the boy and the doctor laughed at each other in a way that Francis Stoddard did not quite understand.
"You'll have to keep a straight face or you won't do any good," said Doctor Vincent.
"Oh, I'll be harsh enough with them. If I find any football fellows in the gang I will work myself up into a perfect rage," Rupert assured him.
"You'd better be going along, then. They'll
