“That’s all you know. There’s not a fellow we could spare less.”
They walked on in silence; then Redwood said,—
“England ought to see that Jarman rots everything the way he goes on. We’ll be in a better position to get it altered if you cave in this once.”
“I vowed I wouldn’t do it. He’ll only chuckle,” said Tempest, with a groan.
“Let him! Who cares whether Jarman chuckles or not?” retorted the captain. “Look here, old chap, don’t you think he’d chuckle more if you got expelled? That would be the biggest score you could give him. Take my advice, and only give him the smallest.”
“I don’t know. I’ll think about it,” said Tempest.
“Of course you will, for the sake of Low Heath. Next term we’ll go ahead, and the fellows will owe you more than they think.”
Here, by an odd chance, just as we came to the school gate, we met Mr Jarman and Crofter walking out in deep confabulation.
I do not know if they saw us. If they did, they pretended not to have done so, and walked on, leaving us to proceed.
“Do you see that?” said Tempest.