"Shut up; that's what's to be done." "I expect it will be all right," persisted the dogged Ashby, venturing on a further remark.

"They won't let him in, if he's not Wally; or if they do, they'll go for him." "I hope they will.

Anyhow we've done our best.

Stick near the door.
We may be able to bundle a few of 'em out before the voting comes on.
Look out, Yorke's speaking.

Yell as hard as you can." Whereupon Ashby lay his head back and yelled until D'Arcy kicked him and told him it was time to shut up.
Yorke was moving a resolution that the captains, vice-captains, secretaries, and treasurers of each house should form the School sports committee, whose business it would be to arrange matches, keep the ground, make rules, and generally organise the athletics of Fellsgarth.
He hoped every one would agree to this.
Clapperton, the Modern captain, and head of Forder's house, rose to second the motion.
"Howl away!" said D'Arcy, nudging his _protege_.