Riddell, in his speech a week or two ago, had hit the right nail on the head, and now Bloomfield had driven it home.
When presently the applause subsided, young Wyndham was discovered, all excitement and eagerness, trying to be heard.
"I want to second that!" he cried, in a voice that positively trembled.
"I'm only a Limpet, and I've been in lots of rows, but you none of you know what a brick he is.

Gentlemen, he's worth the lot of us put together! I mean it.

If you only knew what he's done for me, you'd say so.

I'm in a row now." ("Hear! hear!" from Cusack.) "I'm detained all the rest of the term.

(Cheers from Bosher.) I can't play in the second-eleven next week--( loud laughter)--but, gentlemen, I don't care a hang now old Riddell's put where he ought to be, at the head of the school--( applause)--and I'm proud to be allowed to second it." This was no ordinary meeting truly.