sighed Mark Davies over the lunch table, “was Wizzle ever mad! He asked me if I printed the paper and I said no. Then he asked me if I wrote the articles and I said no. Then he asked if I knew who did and I didn’t answer, so he gave me ten demerits for not answering. I’ve got to do two hundred lines! Listen, Bruno, the next time you get a brilliant idea, use someone else’s printing press!” “At least he got the message,” said Bruno, pleased. “He got the message, all right,” said Boots. “At this morning’s assembly I thought he was going to kill all of us. The Fish didn’t look too pleased either.” “I got lines last night,” muttered Wilbur sourly. “Boy, did I get zonked at dorm inspection! He took away all my food and left eight demerits. Now I’ve got eleven.” Chris Talbot joined the conversation. “Pete and I picked up three demerits for having a messy room. Our room isn’t messy!” “And it doesn’t look like Wizzle is going away,” added Larry. “I overheard him talking to a member of the Board, complaining about the Free Press.
