No one heard of his having been to the top.

To Fisher's thanks he returned a grumpy "Not at all." And the curious inquiries of others he met by shutting his door and saying "Get out" to any one who entered.
As might be expected also, the Modern seniors were baulked, after all, of their promised vengeance on the rebels.

On the contrary, while the fags were making merry on chicken and toasting their toes at the roaring fire in the sanatorium, Clapperton, Brinkman, and Dangle were hauled up into the presence of the head-master, and there seriously reprimanded for the damage done to one of the doors in Mr Forder's house, and cautioned not to let such a breach of discipline happen again, under a pain of severer penalties.
"If you are unable to keep order in your own house," said the doctor cuttingly, "your duty is to report the matter to me, and I will deal with it.

Remember that another time." This incident did not tend to smooth the ruffled plumes of the discomfited heroes.
Still less did another little rebuff, which happened a few days later.
Corder had taken advantage of the general excitement attending the escapade of the juniors to return to his own quarters and attempt once more to resume the privileges of ordinary civilised life.

He only partially succeeded.