“He can’t have very hard work doing his own,” said Clapperton, laughing, “but that’s not his fault, poor beggar. Only I think it would be much better to have a fellow for treasurer who wasn’t in a chronic state of being hard up.”
“I suppose you mean,” said Fullerton, who had a most awkwardly blunt way of putting things, “he’d have less temptation to steal. I hope Fisher’s not a thief.”
“What an idiot you are, Fullerton!” said Clapperton; “whoever said he was?”
“I didn’t. I only asked what you thought. It doesn’t much matter to me, except that it wouldn’t be creditable to the School.”
“Of course it wouldn’t; it’s hardly creditable to our side to have a jackass in it,” said Clapperton.
“Oh, all right—I’ll go. I dare say you’ll get on as well without me.”
The others presently followed his example, and Clapperton, left to himself, proceeded to draw up his list.
“Dear Yorke,” he wrote, “You will probably be making up the fifteen for the Rendlesham match shortly. Please put down me, Brinkman, Dangle, Fullerton, West, Harrowby, and Ramshaw major, to play from our side. This will give your side the odd man.
“Yours truly,—
“Geo. Clapperton.”