Brinkman, after his thrashing by Corder, no longer counted.

Fullerton had rebelled, and was taking boys over every day to the enemy.

Corder had successfully defied his-- Clapperton's--authority, and the juniors snapped their fingers at him.
And yet Clapperton had come up this term determined to lay himself out for his side, and be the most popular prefect in Fellsgarth! His one comfort was that the Classics were under a cloud too.

One of their number was a runaway thief; and a stigma rested on their side worse than any that attached to the Moderns.
He was trying to make the most of this questionable consolation when the door opened, and Percy bounced in.
"I say, Clapperton; Fisher's found the money.

Rollitt's not a thief.
Ain't you glad?
Hurray!" And, without waiting, he retired as suddenly as he had come.
Clapperton gaped at the door by which he had gone in amazement.