ubsequently described as defying even his recollection.

Late that night the porter at St. Joseph's was aroused by a furious
ringing of the bell, accompanied by a tremendous pounding at the door.
On the doorstep he found, to his astonishment, the dishevelled figure
of Graves, sobbing for breath and sanctuary, and with terror in his
eyes. In the distance he heard a terrible outcry, which next morning
he was told was the Australian Bushmen's war-cry.

IV

Bindle was awakened next morning by a continuous hammering at his
bedroom door.

"Who the 'oppin' robin are yer?" he shouted; "shut up and go 'ome."

The door burst open, and Tom Little, Guggers, and Travers entered.

"Up you gug-gug-get," cried Guggers. "You must catch the 11.6."

"Look 'ere, ole Spit and Speak, if you're wantin' to get 'urt you're on
the right road." Bindle grinned up at Guggers impudently. "I'm as
tired as yer mother must be o' you."

"Up you get, you merry wight," cried Tom Little, laughing; "there's the
devil to pay."

"There always is, exceptin' sometimes it's a woman," remarked Bindle,
yawning. "Devils are cheaper, on the 'ole. What's the trouble?"

"The Master has invited you to lunch," broke in Travers, "and that ass
Gravy never told us."

"You must be recalled to town," said Tom Little, "or we shall all be
sent down. Now up you get."

Bindle climbed out of bed resplendent in pyjamas with alternate broad
stripes of pale blue and white.

"'Oo's the Master? I'll lunch with anybody wot's not temperance."
Bindle was sleepy.

"It's the Master of St. Joseph's, and you've got to clear out."

"We've sent him a letter in your name regretting that you have to
return to town at once."

"Oh, you 'ave, 'ave yer?" remarked Bindle drily. "I 'ope you told 'im
that I got ter call at Buckingham Palace."

Bindle dressed, shaved, and kept his visitors amused by turn. He
caught the 11.6, accompanied by Dick Little. The two men spent their
time in reading the long accounts in the Oxford papers of the previous
evening's "banquet." They were both full and flattering. Bindle
chuckled to find that his speech had been reported verbatim, and
wondered how Reggie was enjoying the biographical particulars.

Dick Little and Bindle were unaware that in his rooms at St. Joseph's
Reginald Graves also was reading these selfsame accounts with an
anguish too great for expression. The accounts of his early life in
particular caused him something