The captain’s wrath was unbounded.
“What!” he exclaimed, “cut all of you out of the sports and everything! I say, Ainger, it must be stopped, I tell you. I’ll go to the doctor.”
“Might as well go to the unicorn over the gate,” said Ainger.
“Can’t you find the fellows?”
“That’s just it. There’s not even a fellow in the house I can suspect so far.”
“You feel sure it’s one of your fellows?”
“It couldn’t be anyone else. Roe’s and Grover’s fellows never come over our side, and never have anything to do with Bickers. And it’s hardly likely any of Bickers’s fellows would have done it. In fact, ever since Bickers came in here the other night and thrashed one of our fellows, the two houses have been at daggers drawn.”
“So Branscombe said. He didn’t seem to care about coming in with me. I asked him.”
“I don’t wonder. Some of the young fools down there would give him a hot reception for no other reason than that he belongs to Bickers’s house.”
“I don’t fancy he’s proud of that distinction,” said Smedley, laughing. “But, I say, can’t anything be done?”