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The usual evening crowd was on the sand. Swaminathan
            and Mani sat aloof on a river-step, with their legs dangling
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            in water. The peepul branches overhanging the river rustled              What you Think?you Think?
            pleasantly. A light breeze played about the boughs and scattered               Who is Rajam ?
            stray leaves on the gliding stream below. Birds filled the air
            with their cries.  Far away, near Nallappa’s Mango  Grove, a little downstream,  a herd
            of cattle was crossing the river. And then a country cart drawn by bullocks passed, the
            cartman humming a low tune. It was some fifteen minutes past sunset and there was a

            soft red in the West.

            ‘The water runs very deep here, doesn’t it?’ Mani asked.
            ‘Yes, why?’

            ‘I am going  to  bring  Rajam here,  bundle  him up,  and throw  him into  the  river.’

            Rajam was  a fresh arrival in the First A. He had sauntered into the class on the reopening

            day  of  the  Second  Term,  walked  up  to  the  last  bench,  sat  beside  Mani,  and  felt  very
            comfortable  indeed  till  Mani  gave  him  a  jab  in  the  ribs,  which  he  returned.  He  had
            impressed  the  whole  class  on  the  very  first  day.  He  was  a  newcomer;  he  dressed  very
            well. He was the only boy in the class who wore socks and shoes, fur cap and tie, and
            a wonderful coat and knickers.

            He came to the school in a car. As well as all this, he proved to be a very good student
            too.  There  were  vague  rumours  that  he  had  come  from  some  English  boys’  school

            somewhere  in  Madras.  He  spoke  very  good  English,  Exactly  like  a  “European”;  which
            meant  that  few  in  the  school  could  make  out what he  said.  Many  of  his  class-mates
            could  not  trust  themselves  to  speak  to  him,  their  fund  of  broken  English  being  small.
            Only Sankar, the genius of the class,  had the courage to face him, though his English

            sounded halting  and weak  before  that  of Rajam.
            This Rajam was a rival to Mani. In his manner to Mani he assumed a certain nonchalance

            to  which  Mani  was  not  accustomed.  If  Mani  jabbed,  Rajam  jabbed;  if  Mani  clouted,  he
            clouted; if Mani kicked, he kicked. If Mani was the overlord of the class, Rajam seemed
            to  be  nothing  less.

            And add to all this the fact that Rajam was a regular seventy
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            percenter, second only to Sankar. There were sure indications            What you Think?ou Think?
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            that Rajam was the new power in the class.  Day by day as                    sure indications  that
            Mani  looked  on,  it  was  becoming  increasingly  clear  that  a           Rajam was the new

            new menace had appeared in his life.                                         power  in the class ?

            All this lay behind his decision on the river-step to bundle up Rajam and throw him into
            the river. Swaminathan expressed a slight fear: “You forget that his father is the police




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