CHAPTER SIXTEEN.
A BELEAGUERED GARRISON.
The decision arrived at by the club meeting speedily came to the ears of the recalcitrant Moderns, and by no means pleased them.

They had expected at least that some one would propose that they should be met half-way, and appealed to, for the sake of the School, to abandon their attitude.

That would have given them an opportunity of figuring in an heroic light before Fellsgarth, and showing how, for the general good, they could afford even to overlook the slight which had been put upon them.
But now, so far from that, they figured as the party who had wrecked the School clubs for the sake of a petty pique, and in their absence had been quietly deposed along with every one else from office and privilege, and left looking uncommonly foolish and uncommonly ridiculous.
Yorke himself hardly realised, when he made his downright motion, that he was dealing the hardest blow possible at the mutiny.

A mutiny is all very well as long as there is some one to mutiny against.

But now, even this luxury was denied them.
Naturally the wrath of Clapperton and his friends fell on the traitors in their own camp whose presence at the meeting had made it impossible to discredit it as entirely one-sided in its composition.
That Corder would go, every one was prepared for.