Won't it be a spree ?" Coote looked as delighted as he could, and said he hoped they wouldn't be caught, or there might be a row.
"Bless you, no one's about to-day.

Come on.

Nobody's done it since Fitch fell off a year ago, and he only got half round." Coote was inwardly most reluctant to deprive the late Master Fitch of his hard-earned laurels, and even hinted as much.

But Heathcote was in no humour for paltering.

He was playing a high game, and Coote must play, too.
So they gave their followers the slip, and dodged their way back to the Quad, and made for the first staircase next to the Great Gate.