It's so jolly stuffy inside." "So it is," inwardly ejaculated the two stowaways.
"Just the place for you.

You can play oughts-and-crosses and enjoy yourselves.

There's not standing room up here," cried Duffield.
"Can't we stand on the step ?" "No; Hooker's bagged the bottom step, and I've bagged the one half up this side as soon as we start." The lurkers gasped.

They had not reckoned on the steps being occupied and their snug retreat raked by the eyes of the bumptious Hooker.
"Can we stand on them till you're ready, I say ?" once more asked the persevering Fourth-formers.
"Why can't you go inside?
I say, though," added the post fag, "there's room for two on the next coach.

Hop up, or you'll be out of it!" To the relief of our heroes, the youngsters yapped off on the new scent; and they presently had the satisfaction of hearing their voices raised in a halloo of triumph from the box of coach six.
"All right!" cried a master, as the last man squeezed up to his perch.
Then arose great cheers and counter-cheers, not unmixed with yells, as the cavalcade drove off in style, followed by Templeton in full cry as far as the great gate, where they parted company, amid shouts that brought all the town to its windows.
Once clear of the school, our heroes breathed more freely in more senses than one.