“Perhaps the rest is something for yourself,” I remarked, making myself scarce in time to escape the task of returning the change.
Bother it! Crofter must square this part of the business up with his enemy. I didn’t want to be dragged any more into it.
There was a rush for the house board early next morning to learn our fate as to the captaincy of Sharpe’s.
“Whew!” said Langrish, as we reached it; “bracketed.”
So it was. Tempest’s and Crofter’s names were braced together at the head of the list.
“That’s a nice go! I suppose they’ll have to go halves. All the worse for us.”
“I should think, as Tempest was captain last term, he’ll go on again this,” I said.
“He wasn’t captain when term ended; Crofter was.”
“I vote they fight it out,” said Warminster. “Two to one on the winner.”
“It would save trouble if they made Pridgin head; he’s third man up.”