“Nothing; unless Railsford can do anything.”
“Railsford asked me to go in and see him. Come, too, old man.”
But Railsford had nothing to suggest. He explained dejectedly the effect of the doctor’s sentence. It meant that his house was out of everything in the playing-fields; and that, as for himself, he was as much excluded as his boys. And he confirmed Ainger’s opinion that it was utterly useless to appeal further to the doctor.
“It would be only fair, sir,” said Smedley, “for you to take back the prize and subscription you offered for the sports.”
“Certainly not, my dear fellow,” said the master. “If I cannot take part in the sports in person, at least I would like to have some finger in the pie.”
That was all that passed.
“I like Railsford,” said Smedley; “he’s genuinely cut up.”
“It’s awfully rough on him,” replied Ainger.
The two friends said good-bye.
“By the way, Smedley,” said Ainger, calling the captain back, “I may as well tell you, we are going to have our revenge for all this.”