Something's going to happen after tea this evening in that place under the pavilion--you know where I mean ?" The other two nodded their heads.

The pavilion at Ronleigh being raised some distance above the level of the field, there was a space between the floor and the ground used for storing whiting-buckets, goal-posts, and a number of forms, which were brought out on match-days to afford seats for visitors.

The door of this den had no lock, and opened on the piece of waste turf at the back of the building.

Small boys used it as a cave when playing brigands, and for so doing had their ears boxed by irate members of the Sports Committee.

It was too low to admit of any one's moving about except in a stooping posture, and pitch dark unless the door was left wide open.
"What do you think it is ?" said Mugford.
"I don't know," answered Diggory; "but I mean to go and see." "If they catch you prying about, and find out that you've been watching them, you'll get an awful licking." "I don't care if I do; I mean to go." "Well, we'll go with you," said Jack Vance.