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Stretching his arms and legs in relief, he sat up, and coolly said, "Thank you." "Whatever does all this mean?" exclaimed Railsford, helping him to rise, for he was very stiff and cramped. "That I cannot say. Kindly reach my hat, Ainger." "Who has done this?" "That, too, I cannot say. I can walk, thank you." "Won't you come to my room and have something?
In a moment Railsford had knelt and cut the cords round the prisoner's feet and hands, while Ainger drew the sack from the head. Arthur gave a whistle of consternation as the features of Mr Bickers came to light, pale and stern. The sudden sight of Medusa's head could hardly have had a more petrifying effect. The victim himself was the first to recover.
With Roe's and Grover's houses on the other side of the big square, his boys had comparatively little to do as a house, while with the remote communities in the little square they had still less in common. But to return to our story. The first week of the next term was one of the busiest Mark Railsford ever spent.
If Railsford had entertained any lurking hope that his private affairs were sacred in the hands of his prospective kinsman, the little incident recorded at the close of the last chapter did away with the last remnant of any such delusion. He did not say anything about it.
I really didn't think there was any harm, you know, as he is a prefect." "You think he has taken the things, then?" "Must have," said Arthur. "I don't know why, though; I'll go and ask him." "You had better not," said Railsford. If Felgate had taken them, he probably had some reason, and there was no occasion to involve Arthur any further in the business.
Ainger and Barnworth, it was plain to see, had been informed of all that had happened, and were in a more warlike mood even than their two companions. "I hear," said Railsford, "that there was a disturbance in the house while I was away for a short time this evening. Ainger and Barnworth of course were out too, but I should like to hear from you, Stafford and Felgate, what it was all about."
"Am I to open it?" asked the chairman. "Yes, yes!" said the master hoarsely. Mr Roe obeyed, and disclosed the turf amid another general laugh, in which all but Railsford and Mr Bickers joined. The latter had by this time lost his self-control. He glared round him like a baited animal, and then, rounding suddenly on Railsford, exclaimed, "This is your doing! You are at the bottom of this!"
"I do not know; but I think that it does need no answer." Railsford laughed. "You are setting up as a soothsayer, monsieur. Suppose I tell you that letter does need an answer, quickly?" "Then, I say, somebody else will answer it better than you will." Railsford picked the crushed-up letter off the coals just in time to save it from the flames. "How should you answer it, monsieur?"
After which Railsford deemed it prudent to take open-air exercise, and await patiently the hour when his carpets should be laid and Grandcourt should wake up into life for the new term.
"That's not half of it," said Dig excitedly. "I say, Marky I mean Mr Railsford; please Herapath wants to see you. He's in a bad way up- stairs. It's that cad Felgate. He's bashed us. He was in an awful wax about the dodge we played him over that sack, you know, and tried to pay us out the other day; but we kept him out.
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