ttled into a long, steady stretch of hate towards us both, but especially towards Bourne. He simmered over many plans for getting "even" with him, and when he had finally mapped

housand deaths after each (usual) annihilation. Worcester and Acton had nothing in common, and, except that they were in the same house and form, they would not probably have come to nodding terms. Worcester, of course, looked up to the magnificent "footer" player as the average player looks up to the superlative. After the first game of the season, when Acton had tu

ng you. You'll get a good team out of

d Worcester, naively;

ook it,

d Worcester, with a forlo

emes for the upsetting of Bourne, and therefore Dick's proposal was to be recons

for the square meal. Acton's fag, Grim, was busy with the kettle, and there was as reinforcement in Dick's special honour, young Poulett, St. Amory's champion egg-poacher,

me. Pass that cream to Worcester, and you've forgotten the knife for the pie. You're a credit to Sharpe's, Poulett; but remember that you've been poaching for Biffen's footer captain. That's something

ere left alone. When Worcester was fed, and had pushed back his chair,

inking how it is that Biffen's is

ou know. The kids weep when they're put d

y the b

llow from the house in the Lord's eleven or in the footer eleven, and in the school

ew Biffen; that's

rough

nything, real

ds of the school; all the impossible fellows gravitate here: why, look

got more than our

n interesting orange and a real jet black among our collection. Biffen simply can't resist a nigger. He m

litique," su

my boots that Borneo one's governor went head-hunting in his

r as a red rag to a bull. "St. Amory's for

think there's no need for

bit?" said Dick, wi

eant the whole h

iffen's, that never did

iggers; we ought to get eleven to look at a footba

t to, bu

something in t

en is in for the Perry Exhibition.

t, too," said Acton.

ster. "Without humbug, Acton, do you

the

y price, and I somehow think you can. Have a try. If you are sick of it at Christmas, I'll come in again; honour bright. It isn't t

n't mind r

said Worcester,

. Not at all, old

to try my hand on our crowd; though, since you don't move '

llow, for you ar

have a sh

n's hand, as the Frenc

know; perhaps they'd fancy Raven as captai

ed if even their stupidity would do a thing l

patronage of Taylor's and Merishall's, and Sharp

himself out for t

ne's sneers and Hod

iced either,

ettled by Dick's dry tone.

s on their account. We're t

do something for Biffen's too,"

gs? Well, they'll spare t

id Acton, laughing, "but not t

ow what Acton's idea was, but he wasn't g

er," said Acton, as Grim was heard tro

e sacrifice is

ocking, and I've to see Cork

nced to clear away, an