“There was no house club at all this year.”
“A lot you care about the cricket. I know well enough it’s just a canting dodge for snubbing Tucker and me before the fellows, nothing more.”
“You’re quite mistaken,” replied Riddell.
“Oh, of course! You’d like to make out that you care a fig about cricket. You who couldn’t even bowl a ball from one end of the wickets to the other!”
There seemed nothing particular to reply to in this, so Riddell remained silent. This only irritated Silk the more, who felt that he was by no means getting the best of it.
“You’d better stop this sort of thing at once,” he said, viciously. “You’re sent here to look after the morals of the house, not to interfere with what doesn’t concern you. Tucker and I can look after the cricket without you.”
“Are you and Tucker going to start the old club again, then?” asked Riddell quietly.
“Whatever business of yours is it whether we are or aren’t? Find out.”
“That’s what I’m trying to do. If you are, I’ll advise the other fellows to join it and not have two clubs.”
“You advise the fellows!” sneered Silk; “they don’t want a schoolhouse prig like you to advise them.”