So he dropped off, leaving his hat behind him, which trophy was immediately seized and passed aloft, amid universal triumph, and displayed proudly on the top of a bat, on coach five, until the cavalcade was clear of the town.
"Who scragged that fellow ?" asked Hooker, as soon as the campaign was over, looking up and down.
"I don't know," said Duffield.

"Is there any one inside ?" Dick, who had been gradually trying to edge back to his retreat, deemed it prudent to make a clean breast of it at once, while the two "step" men owed him their thanks.
"I say, Hooker," said he, putting up his head behind the pile of wraps in a manner that made the gentleman addressed almost fall off with fright, "don't say anything--I scragged him.

Heathcote and I wanted so awfully to see the match.

Keep it dark, I say." Hooker put his head into the window, and whistled.
"You'll get in a frightful row," said he, consolingly; "never mind, I'll say nothing.

Cover up, and don't let the chaps see you." They took his advice as cheerfully as they could, and even endured pleasantly the occasional pea-shooter practice with which, by way of enlivening their solitude, he was good enough to favour them.
They had an anxious drive on the whole.