"Well, of course, I had seen that all along," said "the Bull." "It is too much. The conditions are so changed. Of course, we can't do this without the consent of the Games Committee. I think we had better have a meeting to-morrow afternoon. You might tell the others, will you?"
On the next day after lunch the Games Committee met in "the Bull's" study. "The Bull" stood with his back to the fireplace.
"As you know, I have called you here this afternoon about the Three Cock. Of course conditions have so changed that it would be no reflection on the School House——"
"The Bull" went on. Gordon sat forward on the sofa listening subconsciously. Scenes rose before his mind. Of Mansell two years back, after Richard's Thirds, saying: "Wait till 1915." Of Hazelton in the dormitory saying: "Our day's coming, and you'll see it, Caruthers." Everyone had expected this year to a triumph. And here he was signing the death warrant of School House football.
"The Bull" had finished speaking.... A resolution was passed....
"It is a lovely day," said "the Bull," "and I don't want to keep you in. I expect you all want to be out doing something."
Gordon got out of the study somehow or other.
One of the Games Committee came up to him.
"Jolly good idea of 'the Bull's,' I think. It was much too big a job for you. Much better arrangement."
"Oh, much."