And he confirmed Ainger's opinion that it was utterly useless to appeal further to the doctor.
"It would be only fair, sir," said Smedley, "for you to take back the prize and subscription you offered for the sports." "Certainly not, my dear fellow," said the master.

"If I cannot take part in the sports in person, at least I would like to have some finger in the pie." That was all that passed.
"I like Railsford," said Smedley; "he's genuinely cut up." "It's awfully rough on him," replied Ainger.
The two friends said good-bye.
"By the way, Smedley," said Ainger, calling the captain back, "I may as well tell you, we are going to have our revenge for all this." "What!" said Smedley, rather alarmed.

"Surely you're not going to--" "To roast the doctor?
No.

But we're going to make this the crack house of the school in spite of him." Smedley laughed.
"Good! You've a busy time before you, old man.

I'll promise to keep it dark--ha! ha!" "You may think it a joke, dear old chap," said Ainger, standing at the door and watching his retreating figure, "but even the captain of Grandcourt will have to sit up by-and-by." Smedley, the brave and impetuous, walked straight from Railsford's to the doctor's.