Ask them." "We thought you were Classics," said one of the offenders, letting the cat out of the bag.
"Oh, you beauty! Wait till I get some of you outside," bellowed the outraged Percy.
"Order! Shut up, you kids down there!" was the cry from the front.
"Shut up, you kids down there!" echoed D'Arcy and Ashby on their own account.
"Ranger one hundred and twenty-three.

Hands up for Dangle; and if the youngsters down there don't make less noise, I'll adjourn the meeting," said the captain.

This awful threat secured silence while the counting proceeded.

D'Arcy's face grew longer and longer, and Wally at the back began to breathe vengeance on the world at large.
"Hands down." The captain turned and said something to Clapperton; and Fisher major, who overheard what was said, looked very glum.

Every one knew what was coming.
"Ranger one hundred and twenty-three votes, Dangle one hundred and twenty-four.