names of those who were in extra lesson, and post them outside the school shop. The school inspected the list during the quarter to eleven interval.
To-day, rushing to the shop for its midday bun, the school was aware of a vast sheet of paper where usually there was but a small one. They surged round it. Buns were forgotten. What was it?
Then the meaning of the notice flashed upon them. The headmaster had acted. This bloated document was the extra lesson list, swollen with names as a stream swells with rain. It was a comprehensive document. It left out little.
"The following boys will go in to extra lesson this afternoon and next Wednesday," it began. And "the following boys" numbered four hundred.
"Bates must have got writer's cramp," said Clowes, as he read the huge scroll.
Wyatt met Mike after school, as they went back to the house.
"Seen the 'extra' list?" he remarked. "None of the kids are in it, I notice. Only the bigger fellows. Rather a good thing. I'm glad you got off."
"Thanks," said Mike, who was walking a little stiffly. "I don't know what you call getting off. It seems to me you're the chaps who got off."
"How do you mean?"
"We got tanned," said Mike ruefully.
"What!"
"Yes. Everybody below the Upper Fourth."
Wyatt roared with laughter.
"By Gad," he said, "he is an old sportsman. I never saw such a man. He lowers all records."
"Glad you think it funny. You wouldn't have if you'd been me. I was one of the first to get it. He was quite fresh."
"Sting?"
"Should think it did."
"Well, buck up. Don't break down."
