The present seniors, Clapperton and his friends, carried the thing a step further, and insisted on equal rights with their rivals in all the School institutions.

To their surprise they found an ally in Yorke, who, as we have already said, hurt the feelings of many of his admirers by his Quixotic insistence on fair play all round.
The proceedings yesterday had been the most recent instance of the flow in the tide of Modern progress at Fellsgarth.

Reinforced by an unusual influx of new boys, they had aimed at, and succeeded in winning, their level half of the control of the School clubs; and Yorke had looked on and let them do it! No wonder they went off their heads as they discoursed on their triumph, and no wonder they already pictured themselves masters of Fellsgarth! It never does occur to some people that the mountain is not climbed till the top is reached.
"Really, you know," said Brinkman, "I felt half sorry for those poor beggars; they did look so sick when Dangle was elected." "It's my opinion," said Clapperton, "you'd have been in too, if all our fellows had turned up.

I saw four or five of our youngsters come in at the last moment." "Yes--by the way," said Dangle, "that ought to be looked into.

It's fishy, to say the least of it, and would have made all the difference to Brinkman's election." "Do you know who the fellows were ?" asked Clapperton.
"I believe your fag was one of them." "Percy Wheatfield?
Catch him being shut out of anything.