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—
Yes
,
sir
.
In
the
corridor
his
name
was
heard
,
called
from
the
playfield
.
—
Sargent
!
—
Run
on
,
Stephen
said
.
Mr
Deasy
is
calling
you
.
He
stood
in
the
porch
and
watched
the
laggard
hurry
towards
the
scrappy
field
where
sharp
voices
were
in
strife
.
They
were
sorted
in
teams
and
Mr
Deasy
came
away
stepping
over
wisps
of
grass
with
gaitered
feet
.
When
he
had
reached
the
schoolhouse
voices
again
contending
called
to
him
.
He
turned
his
angry
white
moustache
.
—
What
is
it
now
?
he
cried
continually
without
listening
.
—
Cochrane
and
Halliday
are
on
the
same
side
,
sir
,
Stephen
said
.
—
Will
you
wait
in
my
study
for
a
moment
,
Mr
Deasy
said
,
till
I
restore
order
here
.
And
as
he
stepped
fussily
back
across
the
field
his
old
man
’
s
voice
cried
sternly
:
