“All serene,” said Wally; “that won’t be long.”
“No; and he’ll bring the whole kit of prefects with him. What a high old time there’ll be!” chuckled D’Arcy.
“There’s one lucky thing,” said Cash. “Forder and his dame have gone out for the evening; so we shan’t hurt their feelings.”
“Look out—it’s Clapperton,” whispered the sentinel.
Clapperton tried the door, and on finding it fast, gave it a kick.
“Hello! who’s there?”
“Open the door; let me in!”
“Who is it? that young cad Gamble again?” cried Percy, with a wink; the company generally.
“No. Do you hear? Let me in!”
“Say what your name is. How do we know you aren’t a Classic cad? Oh! ow!”