He would play, and he might tell them that the captain had already told him he could play.

(Laughter, and cries of "Blow your own trumpet.") All right--it was the only thing he had to be cocky about; and he meant to be cocky.
He supported the motion.

(Cheers.) Fullerton handed in his name, and was very glad to think that he and his old friend Clapperton would have a chance of running up the field again together.

("If you're elected!" from the end of the room, and laughter.) Oh, of course, if he was elected.

He hoped when the gentleman down there was captain, fifty years hence, he would deal as liberally with candidates as he was sure Yorke would deal now.
(Laughter, at Wally's expense.) The other prefects followed suit, and gave in their allegiance to the new clubs.