His fag, Cash, was there looking for a paper.
"Hullo, youngster! that you?
We didn't get beaten after all, to-day, I suppose you heard." Cash's reply was laconic, to say the least of it.

He turned round and put out his tongue.
"None of your cheek, I say," said Corder, "or I'll--" "How _dare_ you speak to me!" said the junior; "you're a cad--I'm not going to fag for a cad." And he vanished.
Corder went to bed that night sorely perplexed.

And his perplexity was not relieved when he rose next morning and found a paper on his table with the following genial notice:-- "Any boy in Forder's found speaking to Corder the sneak will be cut by the house.

By Order.".