The flight of the rest raised the master's suspicions, and the good angel of the fags incited him to examine the freight, and, after examination, to convoy the hurdle himself up to the School-house; and the Doctor, who had long had his eye on Flashman, arranged for his withdrawal next morning.
The evil that men and boys too do lives after them: Flashman was gone, but our boys, as hinted above, still felt the effects of his hate.
Besides, they had been the movers of the strike against unlawful fagging.

The cause was righteous--the result had been triumphant to a great extent; but the best of the fifth--even those who had never fagged the small boys, or had given up the practice cheerfully--couldn't help feeling a small grudge against the first rebels.

After all, their form had been defied, on just grounds, no doubt--so just, indeed, that they had at once acknowledged the wrong, and remained passive in the strife.
Had they sided with Flashman and his set, the rebels must have given way at once.

They couldn't help, on the whole, being glad that they had so acted, and that the resistance had been successful against such of their own form as had shown fight; they felt that law and order had gained thereby, but the ringleaders they couldn't quite pardon at once.
"Confoundedly coxy those young rascals will get, if we don't mind," was the general feeling.
So it is, and must be always, my dear boys.

If the angel Gabriel were to come down from heaven, and head a successful rise against the most abominable and unrighteous vested interest which this poor old world groans under, he would most certainly lose his character for many years, probably for centuries, not only with the upholders of said vested interest, but with the respectable mass of the people whom he had delivered.