Fisher majors elected." Amid the terrific Classic cheers which greeted this announcement, D'Arcy and Ashby exchanged glances.
Those five voters, waiting patiently in Wally's room for the clock to strike the half-hour, would have turned the scale! Ashby wished the majority had been greater or less.

But he tried to be jubilant, and in response to D'Arcy's thumps on the back yelled and roared till he was black in the face.
As he did so, he caught sight through the window of a small procession of five or six boys emerging from the door of Wakefield's house and starting at a trot in the direction of Hall.
"I say," shouted he in D'Arcy's ear, "here they come!" D'Arcy abruptly ceased shouting and descended from his form.
"Come and squash up near the front," said he, hurriedly; "more room, you know, up there." "Hoo, hoo! nearly licked that time," shouted a Modern youth near the door, as they moved forward.

"Served you right!" "Never mind, we'll take it out of you, next vote," retorted D'Arcy.
"Come on, kid; squash up." Then a happy thought struck him.

The boys immediately near the door were mostly Moderns.

What a fine bit of electioneering, if he could get them to shut out their own men! So he shouted, "Look out, our side! Mind they don't keep out any of our chaps.