Stephen Inglis thought running away would help but that was not the best solution. He was being bullied and, at first, the other members of his dormitory had missed that fact. Stephen Inglis was not at all sporty, at a prep school where sport was a key to popularity; he had joined a term late and found it hard to make friends, he missed his family. He was nine and his father had said he would be fine. That was not what Stephen felt, he felt a true outsider, a stranger without a friend. Stephen Inglis was given an opportunity to get revenge on one of his tormentors. He had to decide what to do. Should he try to save his enemy, or, should he let him perish? Had what Hollister done been so unremittingly cruel that he deserved to perish, buried alive? One hundred and fifty boys, one hundred and forty-nine happy, one miserable, did his happiness justify the taking of another life? Would he be a slave or would he be free?