Two or three boys, among whom was Fullerton, who were getting sick of the present state of affairs and longing for football once more, had begun seriously to doubt what advantage was coming to themselves or any one else by the strike.

Among these Corder found a temporary shelter.

But the authority of the seniors still controlled the general public opinion of the house, and the life of the boycotted boy was still only half tolerable.
At the first attempt at violence, however, Corder walked across to his Classic allies, and took up his quarters in their study, where he remained all day.
At bedtime he declined to return to his own house; particularly when a summons to that effect was sent across by Clapperton, who by this time had a very good idea of the rebel's whereabouts.
"I'm not going over," said Corder.
"But you can't stay here all night," said Denton.
"What shall you do--turn me out ?" asked the fugitive.
"No.

But you'd better go, and if you don't like the look of things out there, you'd better speak to Forder." "No.

I'd sooner stop," said Corder, doggedly.