“I say,” said he presently, “I suppose it’s all out about your precious canvassing. That beast Percy has gone and blabbed—after me giving him toffee too!”
“Never mind,” said D’Arcy, “we rather took it out of them, I fancy, yesterday. They won’t mess about with us in a hurry again.”
“No, we did pull that off pretty well. I’m sorry for our seniors, you know. We did our best for them, and we shan’t be able to give them the same leg-up on Friday.”
“They ought to be pretty civil to us this term, anyhow,” said Wally.
Whereupon Fisher major entered the room.
“Yorke wants D’Arcy, Ashby, and my minor. Come at once, he’s waiting.”
“Don’t he want me?” said Wally, evidently afraid lest his services were going to be overlooked. “I was in it too, you know, Fisher.”
“Were you? Oh, you’d better come too, then.”
“Thanks.”
And the four, disposing themselves meekly for their coming honours, followed, single file, into the captain’s room.