"Hullo! We won the gym.!"
"Rot! Let's have a look!"
This tremendous announcement quite eclipsed the court-martial as an object of popular interest. The senior day-room surged round the holder of the paper.
"Give us a chance," he protested.
"We can't have. Where is it? Biddle and Smith are simply hopeless. How the dickens can they have got the shield?"
"What a goat you are!" said a voice reproachfully to the possessor of the paper. "Look at this. It says Cheltenham got it. And here we are—seventeenth. Fat lot of shield we've won."
"Then what the deuce does this mean? 'Honours for St Paul's, Harrow, and Wrykyn'."
"Perhaps it refers to the boxing," suggested Linton.
"But we didn't send any one up. Look here. Harrow won the Heavies. St Paul's got the Middles. Hullo!"
"Great Scott!" said the senior day-room.