"Oh, I say, have you seen the last number of the Record? It's a slashing number, I can tell you," Plunger burst out.
Immediately everybody was eager to get possession of the Record. Baldry made a snatch at it.
"No, you don't, Baldhead," said Plunger, putting it behind him, with his back to the wall. "Manners! If you can't listen like a gentleman, you'd better git."
"Don't mind him, Plunger. He's only an outsider," said Arbery soothingly. "Read."
"Read—read!" came in a chorus.
"And keep your eyebrows out of your head while you're about it," said Leveson. "I never saw such eyebrows."
Plunger glared at Leveson.
"Never mind him, Plunger," came the soothing voice of Arbery. "It's only envy, you know. I wish I had eyebrows like 'em. Get on."
"I will get on—I will," said Plunger, with a last savage glance at Leveson. "Listen to this—here's a splendid hit against the Fifth." And he read: "'Motto for the Fifth. He who fights and runs away, Will live to fight another day.' Isn't it just splendid!"
Those of the Fifth who were present maintained a gloomy silence, while those of the lower forms giggled and chuckled softly to themselves. They dared not do it too openly, for fear of bringing down upon their heads the wrath of the senior Form.