So Game tried to rush the thing through, and get the fellows to vote before Crossfield knew what was up.
But he wasn't to be done that way." "`I didn't quite hear what the motion was ?' says he, as solemn as a judge.
"`Oh! it's about the honour of the school.

Riddell--' "`Excuse me, Mr Deputy-Chairman and ex-monitor,' says Crossfield, and there was a regular laugh at that hit, because, of course, Game had no more right in the chair, now he's not a monitor, than I had.

`If it's anything to do with the honour of the school, of course it couldn't be in better hands than yours, who have summoned the meeting on the sly, and taken such care to select a nice little party!' "They tried to stop him at that.
"`You can't stop the business now.

We were just going to take the vote when you came in,' said Game.
"`Exactly!' says Crossfield, propping himself up comfortably against the back of the form as if he was going to stay all night; `that's just why I came, and that's just why Bloomfield, and Porter, and Coates, and Fairbairn, and a few other gentlemen who have a sort of mild interest in the honour of the school--although it's nothing, of course, to yours-- are coming on too.

They'll be here before I've done my speech.