"Move, move!" came from several of the boys, when the cheers had subsided.
"Yes, we must have everything in order," said Hasluck. "It's about the first time that we've ever called upon the masters to expel a fellow."
Stanley hesitated. How was it possible for him to strike at Paul again—this time behind his back!
"Get on—move! What are you stopping for?" demanded Parfitt, nudging him with his elbow. "I'll back you up."
"Get on," repeated Newall, nudging him from the other side.
"I—I move," said Stanley, in faltering tones, "that we call upon the Head to expel Percival from the school."
"And I second!" cried Parfitt.
"And I support!" exclaimed Newall.
"Hands up for!" demanded Hasluck.
"One minute before you vote," came the languid voice of Waterman, as the hands shot up. "You don't want to be in such a hurry. It's bad for the nerves. People in a hurry have fits. They get themselves into knots and tangles which take no end of time to get out of, and leave them with a lovely headache into the bargain. That's what you're going in for—fits, tangles, headaches. I gave Moncrief major credit for sense. You're not going to follow his lead, are you?"