Gentlemen, the house clubs demand your support." (Fisher minor turned deadly green as he remembered the Modern boy and his half-crown.

He looked round wildly for Ashby, but Ashby was standing between Wally and D'Arcy, and the proximity was not encouraging for Fisher's purpose.

The idea occurred to him of appealing to his brother.

But Fisher major, pen in hand, sat at the receipt of custom, and he dare not approach).

"We hope there will be no shirking.