Just the sort of dodge they'd be up to." Whereupon the Moderns set their backs determinedly against the door and wagged their heads at one another, and were obliged to D'Arcy for the tip.
"That'll do for 'em," said that delighted schemer; "they won't let 'em in, you bet.

Look out--they're going to vote for secretary now." The Classical side candidate for this important office was Ranger, almost as great an idol in his house as the captain himself.

His Modern opponent was Dangle, a clever senior, reputed to be Clapperton's toady and man-of-all-work.

It was felt that if he were secretary, there would be a strong Modern bias given to the clubs, which in the opinion of the Classic partisans would be disastrous.
The show of hands had been taken for Ranger, and every one was silent to hear the figures, when a hideous clamour arose at the door, with shouts of-- "Open the door I let us in.

Cheats! Fair play!" To D'Arcy's satisfaction, as from the safe shelter of a front place he peered down that way, the Moderns held their post at the door and refused to let it open.