Some whispered mysteriously, and looked askance at one or two fellows who had been "mentioned" as possibly implicated.

Some, like Arthur and the baronet, with Simson squeezed in between them, looked knowing and important, as though horses and chariots would not drag their secret out of them.

Ainger looked pale, and his big chest went up and down in a manner which those who knew him felt to be ominous.

Stafford looked alternately solemn and sneering, according as he turned to the captain or Felgate.

And Barnworth alone looked comfortable, and, apparently, had not an idea what all the excitement was about.
At ten o'clock Railsford entered in his cap and gown, and Ainger immediately began to call over the roll.