against the wall and held him there as helpless as Herrick had a few moments before been holding Stoddard.
"I have half a mind," said Rupert, speaking between his teeth, "to tear that pin of yours from your vest and throw it out of the window. It's what you deserve. But I'll tell you what you'll do instead; you'll march down there and pick up Stoddard's pin, and you'll pin it on him with your own hands. That's what you'll do."
"I won't!" Herrick said furiously.
"I'll get it, Rupert," Harry said, in a chastened voice, and he started down the corridor.
"You'll let it alone!" cried Rupert. "Get out of the way!"
There was a moment's tussle and then Herrick came flying past Harry down the corridor, propelled by Rupert's weight. He brought up sufficiently hard against the wall at the farther end, and before he could turn, he was again in Rupert's grip.
"There's the pin," said Rupert, swinging him round with some violence. "Pick it up!"
