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"I understand, sir," said Psmith, "that there is an ArchaeologicalSociety in the school."Mr. Outwood's eyes sparkled behind their pince-nez. It was adisappointment to him that so few boys seemed to wish to belong to hischosen band. Cricket and football, games that left him cold, appearedto be the main interest in their lives. It was but rarely that hecould induce new boys to join. His colleague, Mr. Downing, whopresided over the School Fire Brigade, never had any difficulty infinding support. Boys came readily at his call. Mr. Outwood ponderedwistfully on this at times, not knowing that the Fire Brigade owed itssupport to the fact that it provided its light-hearted members withperfectly unparalleled opportunities for ragging, while his own band,though small, were in the main earnest. 　　"Yes, Smith." he said. "Yes. We have a small Archaeological Society. 　　I--er--in a measure look after it. Perhaps you would care to become amember?""Please, sir--" said Spiller. 　　"One moment, Spiller. Do you want to join, Smith?""Intensely, sir. Archaeology fascinates me. A grand pursuit, sir.""Undoubtedly, Smith. I am very pleased, very pleased indeed. I willput down your name at once.""And Jackson's, sir.""Jackson, too!" Mr. Outwood beamed. "I am delighted. Most delighted. 　　This is capital. This enthusiasm is most capital.""Spiller, sir," said Psmith sadly, "I have been unable to induce tojoin.""Oh, he is one of our oldest members.""Ah," said Psmith, tolerantly, "that accounts for it.""Please, sir--" said Spiller. 　　"One moment, Spiller. We shall have the first outing of the term onSaturday. We intend to inspect the Roman Camp at Embury Hill, twomiles from the school.""We shall be there, sir.""Capital!""Please, sir--" said Spiller.