"You can stick me down if you like, Rag." Raggles, finding not much assistance forthcoming to help him in his difficulty, retired to a quiet corner, and privately tossed up for each name in succession.

As his penny came down "tails" persistently both for himself and everybody else, except Gosse, he resorted to the less risky method of shutting his eyes, and dropping six blots on his paper.
This happy expedient was only partially successful, as none of the blots fell anywhere near any of the names.

Finally, as time was growing short, he put down his own name on the paper, and resolved to sacrifice his other votes.

And when he had done it, he rather wondered the idea had never struck him before.
Our heroes meanwhile were busy with their own lists, which, under Dick's guiding influence, rapidly filled up with a set of good names.

When it came to their own Form they agreed that, being a "Firm" and all "in it," they were entitled each of them to vote for the "Firm" as a body; which they did amid much mutual rejoicing.
At a quarter to four the big Hall began to fill.