CHAPTER TEN.
HOW PERCY GOT BACK HIS FOOTBALL.
It was not to be expected that in the present state of party feeling at Fellsgarth the incident recorded in the last chapter would be confined to a personal quarrel between Dangle and Rollitt.
If it be true that it takes two to make a quarrel, there was not much to be feared in the latter respect.

For Rollitt was apparently unaware that he had done anything calling for general remark, and went his ways with his customary indifference.
When Dangle, egged on by the indignation of his friends, had gone across to find him and demand satisfaction, Rollitt had told him to call again to-morrow, as he was busy.
Dangle therefore called again.
"I've come to ask if you mean to apologise for what you did the other day?
If you don't--" "Get out!" said Rollitt, going on with his work.
"-- If you don't," continued Dangle, "you'll have to take the consequences." "Get out!" "If you funk it, Rollitt, you'd better say so." "Get out," said Rollitt, rising slowly to his feet.
Dangle reported, when he got back to his house, that argument had been hopeless.

Yet he meant to take it out of his adversary some other way.
But if the principals in the quarrel were inactive, their adherents on either side took care to keep up the feud.
The Modern juniors especially, who felt very sore at the indignity put upon their house, took up the cudgels very fiercely.

Secretly they admitted that Dangle had cut rather a poor figure, and that they could have made a much better job over the impounded football than he had by his interference.

But that had nothing to do with the conduct of the enemy, whom they took every opportunity of defying and deriding.
"There go the sneaks," shouted Lickford, as the four Classic juniors paraded arm in arm across the Green.