Then turning to Dangle he said-- "Get out." Bangle glared defiantly, and remained where he was, whereupon Rollitt, without another word, lifted him in his arms like a child, and slinging him across his shoulders marched forth.
Wakefield's boys were just trooping up the staircase from the fields, and at this strange apparition stood still and made a lane for it to pass.

Dangle's struggles were futile.

The giant, if he was aware of them, heeded them no more than the kicking of a kitten, and proceeded deliberately down the stairs, past everybody, juniors, middle-boys, prefects and all, and walked with his burden out at the door.

There every one expected the scene would end.
But no.

He walked on sedately across the Green.