GUY HEAVYSTONE; OR, “ENTIRE”
A MUSCULAR NOVEL
BY THE AUTHOR OF “SWORD AND GUN”
CHAPTER I
“NEREI REPANDIROSTRUM INCURVICERVICUM PECUS.”
A Dingy, swashy, splashy afternoon in October; a school-yard filled with a mob of riotous boys. A lot of us standing outside.
Suddenly came a dull, crashing sound from the schoolroom. At the ominous interruption I shuddered involuntarily, and called to Smithsye,—
“What’s up, Smithums?”
“Guy’s cleaning out the fourth form,” he replied.
At the same moment George de Coverly passed me, holding his nose, from whence the bright Norman blood streamed redly. To him the plebeian Smithsye laughingly,—
“Cully! how’s his nibs?”
I pushed the door of the schoolroom open. There are some spectacles which a man never forgets. The burning of Troy probably seemed a
