CHAPTER NINETEEN.
CORDER STRIKES A BLOW FOR LIBERTY.
The absence of the juniors had excited no curiosity in either house till evening.

It was a holiday, and though the rule was that even on a holiday no boy should go "out of touch," as it was called, that is, beyond a certain radius, without permission, it was not always enforced.
The Modern seniors had every reason to guess the object of this prolonged absence.

They had promised many things to the juniors when they caught them.

It was not surprising, while things were as warm as they were, that the young rebels should give Fellsgarth a wide berth.
As to the Classic juniors, no one was surprised at anything they did, in reason.
But when "call-over" came and all nine names were returned absent (in addition to that of Rollitt and a few other habitual vagrants), fellows began to ask where they were.
"Has any one seen Wally ?" asked Yorke, who had just had the unusual experience of making his own tea and cooking his own eggs.
"He's probably fooling about somewhere out of bounds with my fag," said Ranger.

"He'll have to catch it, Fisher, though he is your brother." "Let him have it," said Fisher.