The blockade was soon made, but until it was, the fellows kept steadily and seriously to work.
Then ensued a scene I shall never forget, and which told significantly as the most thrilling story what had been our privations and persecutions and unhappiness at Stonebridge House.
The fellows yelled and rushed through the school as if they were mad.
They shouted, and sung, and halloed, and laughed.

They flung books and rulers and ink-pots to the four winds of heaven.

They put the cane in the fire, and one of the Henniker's reading books, which was lying in the study, they tore into a thousand pieces.

They burst into every forbidden nook and cranny of the house.

They rushed down to the kitchen and up to the attics.