Men of the Mist

The TEA at the Wasperton School was nothing more than thick slices of bread and margarine and an ominous black mixture served in huge metal teapots. The food was so bad that the boys could hardly eat it, but they did not dare to complain, at least as long as they were under the gaze of their master, Mr. Silas Craishaw. Because his eyes were no less rigid than his cane, and not a day passed, but some of them felt a prick of it. Among the forty or so boys who were sitting at two long tables, there was a couple that was somehow different from the rest. Despite their worn clothes and patched boots, an atmosphere of reproduction reigned around Clem and Billy Ballard.