he motion. He had lost a great deal of his
"side" during the last few days, and though he looked in better tiff
than he had done lately, the present occasion was evidently an effort.
He said: "Yorke has made a generous speech. He avoided ancient history,
and therefore did not go into the reason why the clubs were dissolved
and the School sports came to smash. I could tell you--but what's the
use? You all know. Yorke said to me before the meeting, `Let bygones
be bygones, old man--we were all to blame--bury the hatchet--let's get
right for the future.' Gentlemen, there was one fellow who was not to
blame. His name was _not_ Clapperton. It was Yorke." (Loud cheers.)
"But I say with him, if you let me, `Bury the hatchet.'" (Cheers.) "And
to prove it, I beg to hand in my name to the committee for election. I
answer for myself that I am willing to play; and if the captain decides
that I can play," (laughter), "why, I will play." (Loud applause.)

Fullerton and Corder both sprang up to support the motion. The former
made way for Corder, who merely wished to say how delighted he was. He
also voted for the burying of the hatchet. He had minded being stopped
football more than anything else. He gave in his name. He would play,
and he might tell them that the captain had already told him he could
play. (Laughter, and cries of "Blow your own trumpet.") All right--it
was the only thing he had to be cocky about; and he meant to be cocky.
He supported the motion. (Cheers.)

Fullerton handed in his name, and was very glad to think that he and his
old friend Clapperton would have a chance of running up the field again
together. ("If you're elected!" from the end of the room, and
laughter.) Oh, of course, if he was elected. He hoped when the
gentleman down there was captain, fifty years hence, he would deal as
liberally with candidates as he was sure Yorke would deal now.
(Laughter, at Wally's expense.)

The other prefects followed suit, and gave in their allegiance to the
new clubs. Curiosity was alive to see what attitude Brinkman and Dangle
would adopt. For a while it seemed as if they would take no part; but
at length, when Yorke was about to put the motion, Brinkman rose and
said, "I made up my mind when I came here I'd have no more to do with
the clubs. But Yorke's `Bury the hatchet' gives a fellow a chance. If
you mean that," (Yes, yes), "if this is a fresh start, here's my name!"
(Loud cheers.) "You ne