"Now, then, what's all this foolery? Clear out of here at once!" observed one of the latter, a stout sergeant.
The Welshman advanced. "We have come to see Dr Mortimer. You can't turn us out of here unless he wishes us to be turned out."
"Get out--all of you!" was the sergeant's abrupt rejoinder.
"Before we get out," said Mr Deadwood, "tell us what right this hairy-faced fellow has here, my excellent but somewhat overfed friend!"
"You'll find out what right he has here when you appear before the beak to-morrow!" spluttered the sergeant.
"Corpulent people should avoid excitement," put in Mr Deadwood.
The sergeant glared at him and went on: "This here surgery is Dr Taplow's, and this gentleman is in charge of it. You've come and broke up the wrong place, and so we must take you to the station--that is to say, if this gentleman wishes to charge you."
"Certainly," said the bearded man; "they have damaged the place, and must pay for it."
The students looked ruefully at each other.
"We thought this was Dr Mortimer's surgery," one of them said.