“Oh, we know about Jevons,” he said. “We can leave Jevons out.”
“Waive!” said Plugs formally.
“Yes, we can waive Jevons,” said David, “as my learned brother suggests——”
Manton gave a little cackle of laughter.
“I shouldn’t wonder if you had to waive everything,” he observed pleasantly.
“Oh, we’re not going to waive you just yet, if you count for anything,” retorted David. “But perhaps you don’t count for much.”
Bags suddenly laughed in a hoarse manner.
“I beg pardon, brother Blaize,” he said.
“Right oh, brother Crabtree, but just contain yourself. Well, Manton, you’ve been to the Head with your version, and next we go to the Head with ours. We can make it pretty sultry for you if we choose, and we shouldn’t mind doing it a bit. But it all depends on what you have told the Head. That’s what we should like to know.”
Manton still felt in a very superior position. All he had told the Head was quite true, namely, that these three fifth-form boys put themselves in a position above the prefects, so that any order or punishment by the two sixth-form boys in the house could be appealed against, and if they thought proper could be reversed. The Head had been extremely grave about it, and at present there was no doubt in Manton’s mind that he was going to uphold the authority of the prefects in a summary manner, and probably make it very hot for those who had set themselves above it. He felt quite secure and comfortable, and smiled in rather a lofty manner.