_Such_ a rag!"-- and then more apprehensively, "Bulldogs! There they are, with Metcher!" They stood, two big men in top-hats, plainly to be seen behind a Don in cap and gown, upon a little hill to the right of the bonfire.
The flames lit their figures.

Metcher, the Don, was reading something from a paper, and, round the hill, derisively dancing, were many undergraduates.

Apparently the Proctor found the situation too difficult for him and presently he disappeared.

Bunning watched him, apprehension and a sense of order struggling' with a desire for adventure.

"They've gone to fetch the police.