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I ate it before the match. Isn't there anything else?" Milton had a healthy appetite. "Then there used to be some biscuits." "Biscuits are off. I finished 'em yesterday. Look here, young Renford, what you'd better do is cut across to the shop and get some more cake and some more biscuits, and tell 'em to put it down to me. And don't be long."
O'Hara began to ask himself bitterly what was the use of ragging at all if this was how it was received. And the moments were flying, and his promise to Renford and Harvey still remained unfulfilled. He prepared for fresh efforts. So desperate was he, that he even resorted to crude methods like the throwing of paper balls and the dropping of books.
This remark seemed to suggest a train of thought to Renford, who made the following cryptic observation. "Have you seen them today?" To the ordinary person the words would have conveyed little meaning. To Harvey they appeared to teem with import. "Yes," he said, "I saw them early this morning." "Were they all right?" "Yes. Splendid." "Good," said Renford.
Neither had dared to hope that he would go so far as this. What they had looked for had been at the most a few thoughtful words of advice. That such a master-strategist as O'Hara should take up their cause was an unexampled piece of good luck. "If you only would," said Harvey. "We should be most awfully obliged," said Renford. "Very well," said O'Hara. They thanked him profusely.
It was perhaps fortunate for their purpose that they did, for had their appearance been normal it might not have attracted O'Hara's attention. As it was, the Irishman, meeting them on the junior gravel, stopped and asked them what was wrong. Since the adventure in the vault, he had felt an interest in Renford and Harvey.
Harvey went, and, waiting till the coast was clear, attached himself to the handle with a prehensile grasp, and put his back into one strenuous tug. It was even as Renford had said. The door was locked beyond possibility of doubt. Renford and he went over to school that morning with long faces and a general air of acute depression.
No, he must give it up, and the ferrets' breakfast-hour must be postponed. Possibly Harvey might be able to think of something. "Fed 'em?" inquired Harvey, when they met at breakfast. "No, I couldn't." "Why on earth not? You didn't oversleep yourself?" Renford poured his tale into his friend's shocked ears. "My hat!" said Harvey, when he had finished, "what on earth are we to do? They'll starve."
It seemed to him that it might be as well to learn what views Milton and Allardyce had on the subject of Barry, and, after the Town team had gone back across the river, defeated by a goal and a try to nil, he changed and went over to Seymour's to interview Milton. Milton was in an arm-chair, watching Renford brew tea. His was one of the few studies in the school in which there was an arm-chair.
Renford extinguished the Etna, and left the room, while Milton, murmuring vague formulae about "one spoonful for each person and one for the pot", got out of his chair with a groan for the Town match had been an energetic one and began to prepare tea. "What I really came round about " began Trevor. "Half a second. I can't find the milk." He went to the door, and shouted for Renford.
Renford was not a youth who enjoyed early rising, but in the cause of the ferrets he would have endured anything, so at six punctually he slid out of bed, dressed quietly, so as not to disturb the rest of the dormitory, and ran over to the vault. To his utter amazement he found it locked. Such a thing had never been done before in the whole course of his experience.
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