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But the laughter of the Limpets drowned the rest, in the midst of which he retired miserably to the door and escaped. In the passage outside he met Bloomfield, with Wibberly and Game, hurrying to the scene of the riot. They scarcely deigned to recognise him with anything more than a half-curious, half-contemptuous glance.
"A Parrett's fellow is cock of the school all the same," said Wibberly. "I wish the regatta was over. That will put things right." "Yes; when once Parrett's boat is at the head of the river the schoolhouse won't have much to crow for," said Ashley. "For all that," replied Bloomfield, "they seem to be grinding a bit with the crew they have got." "Let them grind," said Game, laughing.
Many of the schoolhouse monitors had felt as sore as anybody about the appointments, but this sort of talk inclined not a few of them to take Riddell's side. "I don't want any row made on my account," said Bloomfield. "If Paddy thinks Riddell's the best man, we have no choice in the matter." "Haven't we, though!" said Wibberly.
"Have them over, Parrett's!" shouted a voice, as Wibberly staggered back a second time before Fairbairn's stalwart arm, while at the same moment Tucker received a similar rebuff from Crossfield. The summons was promptly answered, and a dash was made on the five schoolhouse boys with a view to carrying out the threat literally, when Wyndham's voice shouted, "Rescue here! schoolhouse, come on!"
Tucker and Wibberly, the only two monitors engaged, were completely doubled up, while the number of maimed and disabled Limpets and juniors was nearly beyond counting.
"Do you want to be licked into the bargain?" "Oh, very well," said Wibberly, with a last fond thought of Stutter's good bill of fare. "But, I say, you needn't give us lines, Bloomfield." "I've nothing to do with giving you lines. That's the captain's affair." "What do you mean? Do you mean to say you'll report us to Riddell?" "Of course. He's the captain."
"I know it is," retorted Wibberly; "you'd put up with anybody as long as he wasn't a Parrett fellow." And so the wrangle went on; and at the end of it the company was as near agreeing as they had been at the beginning.
Gilks walked on in silence for a little, and then inquired, "And suppose you did get to know who it was, what would be the use?" "The use!" exclaimed Wibberly, in amazement. "Why, what do you mean? By Jove, I'm sorry for the fellow when he turns up. He'll soon find out the use of it."
"What about?" inquired the inquisitive Wibberly, who seemed to have the knack of hitting upon unwelcome topics. "It wouldn't do you any good to know," growled Gilks. "I heard it was some betting row, or something of that sort," said Wibberly. "Eh? yes something of that sort," said Gilks. "Well," said Wibberly, "I never cared much for Silk. He always seemed to know a little too much for me.
Oh, but I was saving that row with the kids wasn't all this afternoon. Just at the end that cad Wibberly got up and asked Riddell some more about the boat-race they're always hammering away at that, and what do you think Riddell said guess!" "I can't," said Wyndham. "Why he said he knew who the chap was who had cut the strings, or fancied he did!" "Who is it?" exclaimed Wyndham, excitedly.
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