“Did they?” retorted Wally, very indignant; “how many pegs did you come down? Who had to get our chaps to come and give them a leg-up every other day?”
“Who swindled at Elections and got licked on the hands, eh!”
“Who got their football bagged, and couldn’t get it back?”
“Who got kicked out of the front row at the Rendlesham match?”
“’Armony, gents, ’armony,” said Mr Rollitt, waving his pipe encouragingly.
The rebuke was opportune. It wasn’t fair to the guest to squabble before him.
“We’ve stashed all that,” said Percy, presently; “they got civil to us, so we got civil to them, and we’re all in the shop together. And we’re all backing up old Rollitt, ain’t we, you chaps, and we’re going down in a lump for the clubs; and we all shelled out for this do; so it’s all right now. See?”
Mr Rollitt thought he did, and nodded amiably.
“You see, it’s not much larks unless we’re all in it. We went up Hawk’s Pike, you know.”
“No,” said Mr Rollitt. “How did that happen?”