“Why,” gasped he, “that’s it! I remember now. I got it on the field just before the Rendlesham match, and stuck it in that pocket, and it went clean out of my head. Oh, my word, what have I done? What an awful mess I’ve made!”
Not even Fisher minor stayed to dispute this statement, but hurried off with the great news to the shop committee next door.
Chapter Twenty Two.
Coming to.
Fisher major’s discovery put the finishing touch to the discomfiture of the Modern seniors.
And the manner in which they came by the news of it by no means tended to salve the wound which it inflicted.
The shop committee was so convulsed by the intelligence which Fisher minor brought, that they then and there promised themselves the pleasure of conveying the good news to Rollitt’s accusers in person. They accordingly adjourned in a body to the Modern side.
“Won’t Clapperton grin!” said Percy. “I say, you chaps, we may as well let him have it one at a time. Then he’ll hear it nine times over, do you see? I’ll go first.”