Woe betide the man who missed a point or blundered a kick! Percy and his friends put on flannels in honour of the occasion and sallied out an hour before the time to look at the ground and inspect the new goal and flag posts which Fisher major, as the first act of his treasurership, had ordered for the School.
It disgusted them somewhat to find that Wally and his friends--also in flannels--were on the spot before them, and, having surveyed the new acquisitions, had calmly bagged the four front central seats in the pavilion reserved by courtesy for the head-master and his ladies.
Since the tea at Mr Stratton's, the juniors had abated somewhat of their immemorial feud, although the relations were still occasionally subject to tension.
"Hullo, you kids," cried Wally, as his brother approached, "how do you do?
Pretty well this morning?
That's right--so are we.

Have a seat?
Plenty of room in the second row." Considering that no one had yet put in an appearance, this was strictly correct.

Yet it did not please the Modern juniors.
"You'll get jolly well turned out when Ringwood comes," said Percy.
"Come on, you chaps," added he to his own friends.

"What's the use of sitting on a bench like schoolboys an hour before the time?
Let's have a trot." "Mind you don't dirty your white bags," cried D'Arcy.
"No, we might be mistaken for Classic kids if we did," shouted Cottle.
"Ha, ha!" Whereupon, and not before time, the friends parted for a while.
When Percy and Co.

returned, they found the pavilion was filling up, and, greatly to their delight, the front row was empty.