“George’s has bumped Corpus!” cried a voice.
(See Note 1.)
“Hurrah!” yelled half a dozen voices.
“It was the finest bit of rowing ever you saw,” continued the first speaker. “Bailey put it on from the very first stroke, and was on the top of them before the Point.”
And then the three cheers and yells rose again.
“You can fancy how black and blue Corpus looked—it’s the biggest sell they’ve had for a long time.”
Once more the shouts.
“And what do you think?” resumed the first speaker. “Old Bailey vows he won’t come to the supper to-night. Did ever you hear of such an old bear?”
“He’ll have to come,” cried the rest; “let’s waylay him here and carry him off.”
“All serene,” said the leader; “he’s sure to come here—let’s hang about on the stairs.”