Last Term At Wembley's

Southland Times, Issue 22499, 8 December 1934, Page 23

Last Term At Wembley's

A SURPRISE FOR THE BULLIES. Chapter XIV. “Look what’s that?” exclaimed Tom, pointing to something. “Where”? asked Smiler, “What are you talking about?” “Oh! There was something in the undergrowth there, I think. Away over by those trees. It’s gone . now, anyhow. I must have imagined it.” “Don’t you get a lovely view from here, Tom?” “Yes. It’s nice all right. There s the schoolhouse in the distance outlined against that range of mountains; while nearer still is the bush, and "I say, Tom,” broke in Smiler, “is that what you saw.” “Those schoolboys? Yes that, must have been it. I wonder who it is?” “I don’t know, but it loooks like— Yes! I believe it’s Baxter and Smith. They’re coming this way too. I wonder why?” “Quick Tom! Don’t let, them see you from the window. It’s all right now they’re gone in.” “Sh-sh! Listen. I believe they’ve got another plot on, Smiler.” “Now,” said Baxter, his boisterous voice floating up clearly to the listeners, “I’ve got a plan here to see if I can get our own back for that kid Newman and his chum. To-night after nine o’clock we’ll raid their dormitory. We’ll get six other kids and take them by surprise. We’ll use jugs of water, and give them a drenching. Hee! Hee! Hee!” It was after prep., and while the boys were waiting for “lights out,” Tom was telling the boys of a plan for repelling the boarders.

“We’ll have a bag of soot up on top of the door and when they come in well—l think they’ll get a surprise.” Soon after, the masters came in, and, after seeing that every one was in bed, they put out the lights. For a while there was silence; but, after the masters had gone, the boys prepared the booby trap and got jugs of cold water. After a while, whispers could be heard along the corridor and the boys got ready. The door opened slightly—a little more—a litt—crash! The bag of soot fell plomp on the intruders’ heads. “Ow oo! Help! They cried, and yelled harder than ever as they felt the cold water trickling down their backs. Then, without discharging their bombardment of cold water, (which most of them had dropped), they fled helter-skelter down the passage to their dormitory. After the invaders disorderly retreat, Tom and his chums laughed loud and long. (To be continued.) —4 marks to Cousin Desmond Stone (12), 14 Morton road, Invercargill.