sneeze unless your senior lets you."

"Go on! Shut up! See if you can't canvass a bit. That's what you're
best at--that, and getting it hot on the hands for cheating." Whereupon
the troops separated.

The taunts of the Classics made their rivals wince, despite their
affected contempt. To-morrow was the day of the meeting; and between
now and then they must decide whether or not they would obey their own
seniors and stay away, or revolt and take the consequences. The
unanimous opinion was in favour of revolt, unless Clapperton made it
uncommonly worth their while to obey.

They were not destined to remain long in doubt, for the senior invaded
their quarters that very evening.

"Just remember, you youngsters," said he, "no one is going to the
meeting to-morrow from our side."

"Oh?"

"Any fellow who goes will get it hot, I promise him."

"Ah! What about our conditions? What have you done about them?"

"Put them in the coal-scuttle; and I've a good mind to put all five of
you there too, for your impudence."

"Ah!"

The captain turned on his heel, with a final warning.

"That settles it, you chaps," said Percy, when he had gone. "We go."

"Rather," replied everybody.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN.

SOMETHING WRONG IN THE ACCOUNTS.

Fisher major sat in his study after morning class, next morning, the
picture of boredom and perplexity. Lists of names, receipt-books, cash-
box, bills, and account-books were littered on the table before him.
Between these and a cobweb on the ceiling his troubled looks travelled,
as he gnawed the end of his pen, and passed his fingers aimlessly
through his hair.

There was something wrong; and what it was he could not for the life of
him make out. To any one familiar with Fisher major's business--or,
rather, unbusiness--habits, there was nothing wonderful in that. He was
happy-go-lucky in all his dealings. He could receive a subscription one
day, and only remember, in a panic, to enter it a week after. His money
he kept all over the place; some in his desk, some in the cash-box, some
in the drawer of his inkstand. He had a vague idea that he had a
special reason for dividing it thus--that one lot may have belonged to
the School clubs, another to the House clubs, and another to something
else. But which was which it passed his wit to remember.

He had had his doubts of the business all along. His friends had urged
him to take the office, and with their help he had pe