“What’s the row?” he gasped, as they flew along.
“Row? Why, what do you think? Young Bellerby has been doctored for tying a string across the passage!”
“Had up before the Doctor? My eye, Bramble!”
“It is your eye indeed! One of the monitors tripped over it, and got in a rage, and there’s Bellerby now catching it in the Black Hole. Come on to the meeting; quick!”
The two rushed on, joined by one and another of their fellows who had heard the terrible news. The party rushed pellmell into the Fourth Junior class-room, where were already assembled a score or more youths, shouting, and stamping, and howling like madmen. At the sight of Bramble, the acknowledged leader of all malcontents, they quieted down for a moment to hear what he had to say.
“Here’s a go!” classically began that hero.
At this the clamour, swelled twofold by the new additions, rose louder than ever. It was a go!
“I wish it had been me!” again yelled Bramble; “I have let them know.”
Once more the shouts rose high and loud in approval of this noble sentiment.
“I’d have kicked their legs!” once more howled Bramble, as soon as he could make himself heard.