If it be true that it takes two to make a quarrel, there was not much to be feared in the latter respect. For Rollitt was apparently unaware that he had done anything calling for general remark, and went his ways with his customary indifference. When Dangle, egged on by the indignation of his friends, had gone across to find him and demand satisfaction, Rollitt had told him to call again to-morrow, as he was busy. Dangle therefore called again. "I've come to ask if you mean to apologise for what you did the other day? If you don't--" "Get out!" said Rollitt, going on with his work. "--If you don't," continued Dangle, "you'll have to take the consequences." "Get out!" "If you funk it, Rollitt, you'd better say so." "Get out," said Rollitt, rising slowly to his feet. Dangle reported, when he got back to his house, that argument had been hopeless. Yet he meant to take it out of his adversary some other way. But if the principals in the quarrel were inactive, their adherents on either side took care to keep up the feud. The Modern juniors especially, who felt very sore at the indignity put upon their house, took up the cudgels very fiercely. Secretly they admitted that Dangle had cut rather a poor figure, and that they could have made a much better job over the impounded football than he had by his interference. But that had nothing to do with the conduct of the enemy, whom they took every opportunity of defying and deriding. "There go the sneaks," shouted Lickford, as the four Classic juniors paraded arm in arm across the Green. "Who got licked by our chap and had to squeal for a prefect to come and help them? Oh my--waterspouts!" "Ya--_how now_--_oh no, not me_!" Percy shouted for the special benefit of Fisher minor. "Look at them! They daren't come our side. Cowards!--daren't come on to our side of the path," chimed in Cash. "Look at their short legs," called Ramshaw; "only useful for cutting away when they see a Modern." "Who got licked on the hands for cheating at Elections, and blubbed like anything!" put in Cottle. The four heroes walked on, hearing every word and trying to appear as if they did not. They spoke to one another with forced voices and mechanical smiles, and did their best not to be self-conscious in the matter of their legs. But as the defiance grew bolder in proportion as they walked further, Wally said-- "I say, this is a drop too much. We can't stand this, eh?" "No; the cads!" chimed in the other three. "Tell you what," said Wally, "it wouldn't be a bad joke to have a punt- about with their football right under their noses, would it?" "How if they bag it?" "Bother!--we must chance that." "I say," said Ashby, "if we could bag their boots first!" "Can't do that; but we might wait till they're in their class after breakfast in the morning. They go in half an hour before us. I know, they all sit near the window, and are squinting out at everybody that passes. Won't they squirm?"