“There’s only one thing to be done now,” said he, when they had got back to their own side; “we must none of us play. That will bring them to reason.”
Brinkman approved of the idea.
“There’s more sense in that,” said he, “than you two sticking out. That will reduce the team to a Classic fifteen, and if they get licked it won’t matter.”
“There’s no possible chance of their making up a fifteen without us?” asked Dangle.
“None at all. They haven’t the men,” said Clapperton, brightening up. “The fact is, we have them at our mercy; and if they want us to play again they’ll have to ask us properly.”
“Meanwhile Fellsgarth will get on splendidly,” said Fullerton.
“Shut up. Don’t you see it will be all the better for everybody in the long run?”
“I can’t say I do at present. It may come by and by—”
“We must see that everybody backs up in this,” said Brinkman. “One traitor would spoil everything.”
“That’s what Yorke said on Saturday, wasn’t it?” asked Fullerton innocently, “At least, he said two traitors. Yorke will not see that what’s right for one fellow is naughty for another.”