Burgess had walked off carried

Mike happened to be near the notice-board when he pinned it up. It wasonly the pleasure of seeing his name down in black-and-white that madehim trouble to look at the list. Bob's news of the day beforeyesterday had made it clear how that list would run. 　　The crowd that collected the moment Burgess had walked off carried himright up to the board. 　　He looked at the paper. 　　"Hard luck!" said somebody. 　　Mike scarcely heard him. 　　He felt physically sick with the shock of the disappointment. For theinitial before the name Jackson was R. 　　There was no possibility of mistake. Since writing was invented, therehad never been an R. that looked less like an M. than the one on thatlist. 　　Bob had beaten him on the tape. Chapter 21 Marjory The Frank At the door of the senior block Burgess, going out, met Bob coming in,hurrying, as he was rather late. 　　"Congratulate you, Bob," he said; and passed on. 　　Bob stared after him. As he stared, Trevor came out of the block. 　　"Congratulate you, Bob.""What's the matter now?""Haven't you seen?""Seen what?""Why the list. You've got your first.""My--what? you're rotting.""No, I'm not. Go and look."The thing seemed incredible. Had he dreamed that conversation betweenSpence and Burgess on the pavilion steps? Had he mixed up the names? 　　He was certain that he had heard Spence give his verdict for Mike, andBurgess agree with him. 　　Just then, Mike, feeling very ill, came down the steps. He caughtsight of Bob and was passing with a feeble grin, when something toldhim that this was one of those occasions on which one has to show aRed Indian fortitude and stifle one's private feelings. 　　"Congratulate you, Bob," he said awkwardly.