"You have conquered before you have struck, mighty Caesar." Mr Frampton smiled.

He was flushed and excited.

Two days ago he had seemed to be committed to a desperate venture.

Now, a straight path seemed to open before him, and Bolsover, in his enthusiastic imagination, was already a reformed, reinvigorated institution.
"Yes, Steele," said he, as he glanced from the window and watched the boys trooping down towards the meadow.

"This day will be remembered at Bolsover." Little dreamed the brave head-master how truly his prophecy would be fulfilled.
An arrangement had been made to give the small boys a match of their own.