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Any one can see by our hat-bands that we belong to the school; and if it gets to Westford's ears that we've been, we shall stand a jolly good chance of being expelled." "Oh, well! if you're afraid, don't go," answered Raymond, with a sneer. "I thought you were a chap who didn't care for anything. Will you go, Rosher?" "I don't mind." "Come on, then; don't let's stick here all the evening."
After some further discussion, Jack and Rosher decided to remain, and so kept their seats until the end of the performance. It was quite dark when they emerged from the tent, and every part of the fair was lit up with flaring paraffin lamps. They had not gone very far when, as ill-luck would have it, a shrill cry of "Hallo!
"I don't got to tell you what you are, Kleiman," Morris concluded as he opened his evening paper. "You know only too well." "Rosher!" Kleiman hissed as he hurled himself into the mob of passengers that blocked the exit. Morris nodded sardonically and commenced to read his paper. He desisted immediately, however, when his eye fell upon a cut accompanying Felix Geigermann's display advertisement.
Rosher promised to draw up a programme, and insisted that after every boy's name some distinguishing colours should appear, as on a proper sports list, and that competitors were to arrange their costumes accordingly. "When shall it come off?" asked Garston. "Oh, to-morrow, after the masters have all gone in to supper. Now, we've been planning long enough; good-night."
"I have received a letter from your uncle," began Mr. Westford, "asking for you to be allowed to go and meet him at the station this afternoon at five o'clock. He wishes also to see Rosher, so you can tell him that he may go. Be back, of course, in time for supper." "I wonder what brings Uncle Fosberton to Melchester," said Valentine to Jack as they walked away together.
Jack, however, succeeded in hitting the bull's-eye, and ringing the bell, and was rewarded with a handful of nuts. "Come on," said Rosher; "let's have a turn on the wooden horses," and the party accordingly moved off in the direction of the nearest round-about. The steeds were three abreast, and Raymond mounted the one on the outside.
"Oh, my!" said Rosher; "how shall we get in? Everybody will be in bed. We shall have to knock up old Mullins at the lodge." "No fear," answered Jack. "We must get into Westford's garden, and from there into the quad; then we'll try some of the windows." The plan was carried out, and a few moments later the two boys were standing in the dark and deserted playground.
"I say," remarked Rosher, "why shouldn't we have proper sports, with a proper list of events and prizes?" "Who'll give the prizes?" asked Teal. "Oh, anybody! Look here. I vote we have sports to-morrow night before old Skeat comes back. Hands up, those who are agreeable! To the contrary! none. Very well, it's carried!"
Rosher, machine gun officer of the visiting Durham Light Infantry, hearing the terrific din and gathering that something out of the ordinary was happening, though he did not know what, slung a maxim tripod over his shoulders, picked up a gun under each arm, and went straightaway to the centre of activity a feat not only of wonderful physical strength, but considerable initiative and courage.
He would sit by the hour and talk with Bimley, the cottager; with Rosher, the hotel-keeper, who when young had travelled far; with a sailorman, home for a holiday, who said he could spin a tidy yarn; and with Pogan, the groom, who had at last won Saracen's heart.
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