"Back up, you Classic kids!" shouted Wally, standing on his seat and apostrophising a group of the Sixth who were standing near. "Fisher's your friend! Won the mile in 4-38; batting average 34.658742.3; bowling, 12 wickets an innings, and 3 runs an over. Never tells lies, or cheats. Always comes home sober and gives silver in the collection. He won't waste your money or cook your accounts, like some chaps; and he'll run the ball up the field, instead of sitting down in the middle of the scrummage like the Modern chaps to keep warm. Walk up! walk up! vote for Fisher and economy! Hooray for Fisher! Down with the swell mob!" Amid such torrents of eloquence the cause of Fisher major was not likely to go by default. Brinkman, too, was not without his champions, who, however, avoided set speeches and confined themselves to personalities and generalities, such as-- "Who cheats at Elections?" "Oh, my hands, what a licking!" "How now--not me!" (Here Fisher minor coloured up.) "Look out, you chaps, there's a Classic cad blushing." "No! where? won't he want a rest after it!" "Here comes Brinkman! Hooray for honesty and fair play! Hooray for the Moderns! Down with Wakefield's kids! Send 'em home to their mas!" "Shut up there! Sit down, you youngsters." Whereupon there fell a lull. Fisher minor surveyed the scene with anxious trepidation. If his brother were to lose now, it would be his--Fisher minor's--fault. He would never be able to hold up his head again. How he wished he had a dozen votes! "Strong muster," he heard some one say near him. "I expect every fellow's here." "Except Rollitt." "Of, of course," said the other, with a laugh, "no one ever expects him." "Why not?" said Fisher minor to himself. "Why shouldn't Rollitt come and vote?" He quite shuddered at the audacity of the idea; and yet, when he looked up to the front and saw his brother standing there, worried and uneasy, and realised that in a few minutes he was to stand his ordeal, the younger brother's courage rose within him, and he edged towards the door. In due time Yorke arose. This time, amid the vociferous cheers of his own side, a few of the Moderns ventured to mingle howls. They soon discovered their mistake, for not even their own side was with them as a body. They were hooted down with execrations, and the result of this interposition was that the captain was cheered for twice the usual time.