"Yes, sir," the whole ring shouted together. "We're trying Bultitude, sir."
On the whole, perhaps, Mr. Bultitude was glad of this interference. At least justice would be done now, although this usher had blundered so unpardonably that morning.
"This is childish, you know," said Mr. Blinkhorn, "and it's not football. The Doctor will be seriously angry if he comes and sees you trifling here. Let the boy go."
"But he's cheated some of the fellows, sir," grumbled Tipping and Siggers together.
"Well, you've no right to punish him if he has. Leave him to me."
"Will you see fair play between them, sir? He oughtn't to be let off without being made to keep his word."
"If there is any dispute between you and Bultitude," said Mr. Blinkhorn, "I have no objection to settle it—provided it is within my province."
"Settle it without me," said Paul hurriedly. "I've leave to go home. I'm ill."
"Who gave you leave to go home?" asked the master.