there would be a special meeting, signed by Game, First Lord of
the Admiralty, and Ashley, Home Secretary. A lot of the fellows were
taken in by it and turned up, and of course they had taken good care not
to summon anybody that was sweet on you. So it was a packed meeting.
At least they thought so. But Telson and I showed up, and the whole lot
of the Skyrockets, and gave them a lively time of it."

"You see," said Telson, eagerly taking up the narrative, "they didn't
guess we'd cut up rough, because we've been in rows of that sort once or
twice before."

Wyndham broke out laughing at this point.

"Have you, really?" he exclaimed.

"Well," continued Telson, too full of his story to heed the
interruption, "they stuck Game in the chair, and he made a frightfully
rambling speech about you and that boat-race business. He said you knew
who the chap was, and were sheltering him and all that, and that you
were as bad every bit as if you'd done it yourself, and didn't care a
hang about the honour of the school, and a whole lot of bosh of that
sort. We sung out `Oh, oh,' and `Question,' once or twice, but, you
know, we were saving ourselves up. So Ashley got up and said he was
awfully astonished to hear about it--howling cram, of course, for he
knew about it as much as any one did--and he considered it a disgrace to
the school, and the only thing to do was to kick you out, and he
proposed it."

"Then the shindy began," said Parson. "We sent young Lawkins off to
tell Crossfield what was going on, and directly Ashley sat down old
Telson got up and moved an amendment. They tried to cry him down, but
they couldn't do it, could they?"

"Rather not," said Telson, proudly. "I stuck there like a leech, and
the fellows all yelled too, so that nobody could hear any one speak. We
kept on singing out `Hole in the corner! Hole in the corner!' for about
twenty minutes, and there weren't enough of them to turn us out. Then
they tried to get round us by being civil, but we were up to that dodge.
Parson went on after me, and then old Bosher, and then King, and then
Wakefield, and when he'd done I started again."

"You should have seen how jolly wild they got!" cried Parson. "A lot of
the fellows laughed, and joined us too. Old Game and Ashley were
regularly mad! They came round and bawled in our ears that they gave us
a thousand lines each, and we'd be detained all the rest of the term.
But we didn't hear it; and when they