"Well, the beauty of it would be," I explained, "that if you licked him, or if he licked you, it would be all the same as far as the Good Conduct Prize is concerned. If you knock him about a bit and black an eye or so, Browne will pounce upon him for certain, as well as you, and away go half his conduct marks for the term, and bang goes the Good Conduct Prize."
Saunders minor nodded.
"Did you think of this?" he asked.
"Yes," I said; "with help from Fowle."
"As a matter of fact, if this happened you'd get the Good Conduct Prize, Thwaites," said Saunders minor.
"It seems rather a wild idea," I answered, "but as a matter of fact I should—unless, of course, I come to grief myself before the end of the term. I've had to be awful keen on conduct this term, owing to my father, who has rather overdone it about conduct lately; and so I've been piling up marks in a small way, but of course such a thing as a good conduct prize is bang out of my line."
"Or any prize," added Saunders minor thoughtfully.
"Or any prize, as you truly say," I answered.
"Well, we've always been friendly enough," kindly remarked Saunders minor.
Needless to say I agreed.