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Jack Vance leaned over to whisper something in his ear, when their attention was attracted by an exclamation of surprise from Dr. Denson. "Aha! what does this mean? Look here, Allingford." Every member of the company edged forward, and looking down at what lay on the writing-table, saw in a moment that the mystery was solved.
"They were in before half-past, sir; your watch must be wrong." "Don't keep contradicting me, sir," said the master. "We are supposed to work by the school clock, sir," interposed the captain. "I'm not aware that I addressed any remark to you, Allingford," retorted Mr. Grice, rapidly losing all control of his temper.
Allingford shook him by the hand, and a noisy crowd hoisted him shoulder high and carried him three times round the quadrangle. Thurston certainly had good reason to feel proud of the part he had played in the chief match of the season, and might in years to come have always looked back with pleasure on this twenty-fourth of July.
Cheers, howls, whistling, and the stamping of feet filled the air with an indescribable din; members of the Lower Fourth fought one another across the desks; and it was some minutes before Allingford could obtain sufficient silence to enable him to finish his speech. "This," he said, in conclusion, "is the result of the present election.
Grice's door, or, at all events, we think we do." So sudden and unexpected was this announcement that it caused the doctor to half rise from his chair, while Oaks and Allingford turned and gazed at the speaker in open-mouthed astonishment.
I know all about it, and before I leave this place I'll pay you out." "I almost wish we'd left it till after the holidays," said Oaks, as the three prefects walked down the passage. "No," said Allingford firmly; "if we hesitate, and the fellows see it, we're lost. It must be done at once." "Well, perhaps so," answered Oaks; "but I'll tell you this Thurston means mischief.
"Look here!" said Fletcher, as they sat one evening talking in Thurston's study: "don't you think you'd better make peace with Allingford and the rest, and be a nice white sheep again, instead of a giddy old black one? I can tell you at present they don't look upon you as being a particular credit to the Sixth."
Three cheers for Allingford. The big assembly shouted till the roof rang and the windows rattled; then the meeting slowly dispersed, a feeble attempt to raise three cheers for Thurston being met with as many groans as plaudits.
While Diggory was holding forth in the big schoolroom on his methods of reading a cipher, a conversation of a very different character, and on a matter of grave importance, was taking place in the study of the school captain. Allingford and John Acton were seated in front of the former's little fireplace talking over matters connected with the football club.
"I don't think," answered Allingford quietly, "that any one has ever had reason to accuse me of being unfair in any of my dealings; it is exactly because I think it would be hardly fair to Thurston himself that I propose not to publish the number of votes awarded to unsuccessful candidates."
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