He had half hoped Mr Stratton might offer to interpose and restore the harmony of the School.

But no, the master had left it to the captain, and Yorke's courage rose within him.

God helping him, he would pull Fellsgarth together before he left.
On the Green he met Fullerton.

It was long since the Modern and Classic seniors had nodded as they passed, but in the curious perversity of things both did so now.
"There's been a fight, I hear ?" said Fullerton.
"Yes.

Brinkman and Corder.