"Might really have done some mischief.

We'll avenge you, Meyrick.

Follow me, you fellows!" And in one solid phalanx, they charged, six or seven strong, up Radowitz's staircase.

But he was ready for them.

The oak was sported, and they could hear him dragging some heavy chairs against it.
Meanwhile, from the watchers left in the quad, came a loud cough.
"Dons!--by Jove! Scatter!" And they rushed further up the staircase, taking refuge in the rooms of two of the "raggers." The lookout in the quadrangle turned to walk quietly towards the porter's lodge.