"Shut up, Baldhead!" retorted Plunger hotly. "I never want to get amongst the Fifth bounders. It's that keeps me back. I could have got up in the Fourth at last exam., only I said to myself: 'No; it takes me one form nearer the Fifth bounders.'" He paused for a moment, then added: "All the same, I would like to know what they're going to gas about in the Forum. P'r'aps it's about us—p'r'aps they mean sitting on us a lot more than they do now."
"P'r'aps!" repeated Sedgeley and Baldry reflectively.
"I—I've a good mind to try. Why should the Fifth have it all to themselves? If—if I could only steal a march on them!"
"If you only could, Freddy!" remarked Sedgeley encouragingly.
For the next few minutes there was some whispering together, and the end of it was that Plunger and his companions strolled in the same direction as that Harry Moncrief had strolled in a quarter of an hour or so before.
On arriving at the shed, they reconnoitred around it, uncertain as to whether or not anybody was within.
Sedgeley happened by chance to look through—or tried to look through—the window on which Harry had left a specimen of his handiwork.
His attention was at once arrested. He regarded the face seriously for a moment; then he broke into a shout of laughter.
"What are you playing the silly goat for?" demanded Plunger wrathfully from somewhere in the rear of the shed.
"Come here, Baldry, Bember, Viner!" exclaimed Sedgeley, vainly endeavouring to stifle his laughter.