"There's nothing like a common thought for binding people together. I think Spiller's an ass."
"How many will there be, then?" asked Mike.
"He might get about half a dozen, not more, because most of the chaps don't see why they should sweat themselves just because Spiller's study has been bagged."
"Sturdy common sense," said Psmith approvingly, "seems to be the chief virtue of the Sedleigh character."
"We shall be able to tackle a crowd like that," said Mike. "The only thing is we must get into the same dormitory."
"This is where Comrade Jellicoe's knowledge of the local geography will come in useful. Do you happen to know of any snug little room, with, say, about four beds in it? How many dormitories are there?"
"Five—there's one with three beds in it, only it belongs to three chaps."
"I believe in the equal distribution of property. We will go to Comrade Outwood and stake out another claim."
Mr. Outwood received them even more beamingly than before. "Yes, Smith?" he said.
"We must apologize for disturbing you, sir—"