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 large-sized conflagration to the pious Aeneas, and made an impression on him which he carried away with the feeble Anchises. 

In the centre of the room, lightly brandishing the piston-rod of a steam-engine, stood Guy Heavystone alone. I say alone, for the pile of small boys on the floor in the corner could hardly be called company. 

I will try and sketch him for the reader. Guy Heavystone was then only fifteen. His broad, deep chest, his sinewy and quivering flank, his straight pastern, showed him to be a thoroughbred. Perhaps he was a trifle heavy in the fetlock, but he held his head haughtily erect. His eyes were glittering but pitiless. There was a sternness about the lower part of his face,--the old Heavystone look,--a sternness heightened, perhaps, by the snaffle-bit which, in one of his strange freaks, he wore in his mouth to curb his occasional ferocity. His dress was well adapted to his square-set and herculean frame. A striped knit undershirt, close-fitting striped tights, and a few spangles set off his figure; a neat Glengarry cap adorned his head. On it was displayed the Heavystone crest, a cock _regardant_ on a dunghill _or_, and the motto, "Devil a better!" 
What month was that?
Who was the atmosphere?
Where are the boys?
How was there behavior?
How many people were outside?
Where the sound came from?
How was the sound?
Who did the narrator inquire about it?
Which classroom he said folks cleaning out?
Who showed up right at that time?
Was he hurt?
Where?
Was he holding that?
Was there blood?
What descent he was from?
Was Smithums amused about it?
Who opened the door?
Was it a pleasant sight?
What historical event did he compare it to?
How old was Guy Heavystone then?
October
A Dingy, swashy, splashy afternoon in October
wet
A Dingy, swashy, splashy afternoon in October
in a school-yard
 a school-yard filled with a mob of riotous boys
bad
Suddenly came a dull, crashing sound from the schoolroom.
A lot
A lot of us standing outside. 
the schoolroom
Suddenly came a dull, crashing sound from the schoolroom
dull
Suddenly came a dull, crashing sound from the schoolroom.
Smithums
"What's up, Smithums?"
the fourth
"Guy's cleaning out the fourth form," he replied.
George de Coverly
At the same moment George de Coverly 
yes
 holding his nose, from whence the bright Norman blood streamed redly.
his nose
George de Coverly passed me, holding his nose
yes
holding his nose
yes
from whence the bright Norman blood streamed redly
Norman
 from whence the bright Norman blood streamed redly
yes
To him the plebeian Smithsye laughingly,
the narrator
I pushed the door of the schoolroom open
no
 There are some spectacles which a man never forgets. The burning of Troy probably seemed a large-sized conflagration to the pious Aeneas
burning of Troy
The burning of Troy probably seemed a large-sized conflagration
fifteen
Guy Heavystone was then only fifteen