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certain point, if it gives him pleasure. But I want to say this--and
I'd say it if the whole of the school was here--that if these rows once
begin to interfere with the honour of the School in sports or anything
else, as they nearly did last term, the fellows who indulge in them will
be dropped on pretty heavily, no matter what side or what house they
belong to."
The captain looked so uncommonly like meaning what he said, that D'Arcy,
who had already made an appointment to fight Lickford, a Modern boy, at
the Three Oaks before breakfast to-morrow, quailed under his eye, and
wondered if he could with dignity "scratch" the engagement.
A general movement towards the table at which Fisher major sat with his
pen and account-book followed the captain's speech. Of all the company
present, only one failed to enrol himself. He was a new boy called
Fisher minor, who, evidently worn out by the fatigues of the day and
unversed in the etiquette of first-night, had sought the dame at a
somewhat early hour, and received her permission to go to bed.
Such at least was that lady's version when Fisher major, having missed
his minor, made inquiries respecting his absence.
"Best thing he could do, to make himself scarce, after such a
performance," said the elder brother to Denton, who accompanied him.
"Yes, indeed, I envy Ranger his fag. It's a lucky thing we bagged the
other one in time."
"The young donkey couldn't be in better hands," said Fisher; "but I say,
Den, didn't the captain come down rather heavy with his thunder to-
night? What does it all mean?"
"Bows, I expect," said Denton. "He's not going to stand what went on
last term, and I'm jolly glad of it. We must back him up."
"If he means I'm not to feel inclined to kick Dangle whenever I see him,
I can't promise him much."
"Dangle's a good quarter-mile man, and a good long-stop. If your
kicking him prevents his playing for the School, you'll have to mind
your eye, my boy. That's what he means."
"Oh!" grunted Fisher major, "I suppose the rows will begin to-morrow,
when we elect the officers for the School clubs. Those fellows are sure
to want to stick their own men in."
"At any rate you're safe enough for treasurer, old man. But come, I'm
dead sleepy to-night. Time enough for rows to-morrow and the next day."
CHAPTER THREE.
CANVASSING.
When Fisher major woke early next morning he had the curious sensation
of something on his mind without knowing what it was.
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