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Bobby Galleon was the only boy, out of three hundred, who answered. When he had finished he called out as was the custom, "Roll is over," then for a brief instant, with the list in his hand, smiling, he faced them all. Every eye was upon him Ellershaw, West, Barton smiling a little, some faces nervous, some excited, all bitterly, intensely hostile ... and he must return next year!
Peter moved, with Bobby Galleon, through a cloud of enemies. It was a hostility that cut like a knife, silent, motionless, but so bitter that every boy from Ellershaw to the tiniest infant at the bottom of the first took it as the motif of his day. That beast Westcott was the song that rang through the last fortnight.
Among those with him were Lieutenant Colonel Oswald Arthur Fitzgerald, his military secretary; Brigadier General Arthur Ellershaw, one of the war secretary's advisers; Sir Hay Frederick Donaldson, munitions expert, and Hugh James O'Beirne, former counselor at the British embassy in Petrograd and for some time secretary of the embassy in Washington.
He was obeyed, Ellershaw and some of the others were politer than they had ever been, and for many weeks now there had been no disturbance then suddenly the storm broke. One hot afternoon he was sitting in his study alone, trying to read. Things seemed to him that day at their very worst, there was no place to which he might turn. People were playing cricket beyond his window.
"And now, Captain," said he genially, "what have you been doing with yourself? Still on the Baltic-Mediterranean?" "No, Mr. Chayne. I left that some time ago. I'm on the Blue Cross Line Ellershaw & Co. trading between Havre and Mozambique." "Where's Mozambique?" Liosha asked me. I looked wise, but Captain Maturin supplied the information. "Portuguese East Africa, ma'am.
He could find nothing now in the open they were too clever for him. The Captain of the Citadel Ellershaw was as he knew the worst fellow in the school, but there was nothing to be done, nothing unless something were caught in the open. As the term advanced the whispers grew and he felt that there were plots in the air.
Any ordinary fellow would have shut his eyes to the whole affair. After all what is there to make a fuss about in having a rag with a kid? What are kids for? Thus the conclave sourly regarding Peter who watched them in turn, and sat sternly, ominously militant. They approached him with courtesy; Ellershaw showed him what this might mean to the school were it persisted in.
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