"We may as well show up." "Stay where you are," said Dick; "we shall have to hang on behind the coach the Eleven go in." "But, Dick, they're all monitors!" "Can't be helped," said Dick, peremptorily.
The Eleven's coach drove up, and all Grandcourt turned out with a final cheer for their conquerors.

Mansfield shook hands with his friend, and climbed up on to the box.

The rest followed.

Ponty rambled out among the last.

He looked up at the crowded roof, and didn't like it.