“Thanks,” said Yorke, “that’s not good enough. We’ll have another election on Friday.”
Dangle’s face fell.
“You’re fools if you do,” said he. “Those five votes will make all the difference.”
“I don’t care if they’ve five hundred,” said Yorke.
“Oh, all right. You’ve no message about the cheats who kept our men out, have you? Probably they’ve been promoted to prefects!”
“You took care not to commit yourself to any names; but, as you wrote to Fisher major, you probably include him as one of the cheats. If so, I dare say he’ll be glad to discuss the matter with you outside.”
“I never said it was he,” said Dangle hurriedly.
“But I know who it was.”
“Three of our juniors, I understand?” said Yorke. “The fags of three of your prefects, yes.”
“Fisher,” said the captain, “will you fetch Ashby, D’Arcy, and Fisher minor here?”