Chapter 9: VII

VII My “First Half” at Salem House School began in earnest next day. A profound impression was made upon me, I remember, by the roar of voices in the schoolroom suddenly becoming hushed as death when Mr. Creakle entered after breakfast, and stood in the doorway looking round upon us like a giant in a storybook surveying his captives. Tungay stood at Mr. Creakle’s elbow. He had no occasion, I thought, to cry out “Silence!” so ferociously, for the boys were all struck speechless and moti…