e word having been given to dismiss--he broke forth:--

"What they do to Haviland?"

"Well done, Cetchy! Well done, old chap! You did take it well.
Biggest swishing Nick ever gave. He'd have stopped if you'd yelled
out," were some of the congratulations showered upon him. But of them
he took no notice whatever.

"D--n! What they do to Haviland?" he repeated, stamping his foot, and
scowling savagely.

"I'm afraid he'll be expelled, Cetchy," said some one. The others
thought so too.

"What's expelled? Sent away?"

"That'll be it."

The Zulu boy made no answer. He gazed from one to the other, and then
his eyes began to nil, and great tears, which the most savage flogging
ever administered within the walls of Saint Kirwin's had failed to wring
from him, rolled down his cheeks. "Haviland sent away! perhaps not even
allowed to bid him good-bye. No, that was too much."

"Never mind, Cetchy, old chap. Perhaps it won't come to that, after
all," were some of the well-meant attempts to console him. But he would
have none of it, and turned away, sorrowful and speechless.

The while, in many a group, recent events were being volubly discussed.

"I always hated Haviland," declared one youngster emphatically. "He was
such a brute when he was a prefect. But I like him now, since he
cheeked Nick. He _is_ a plucky beggar."

"Now then, get along to your places--sharp, d'you hear?" commanded two
or three prefects, breaking up such groups--for it was preparation time.

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Haviland, after a day and a half of solitary confinement--retirement
would perhaps be a better word, for he was not under lock and key--had
reached the stage of sullen resignation. Of course he would be
expelled.

There was no hope, and now that it had come to this, and he had had time
to think, he felt that he would give anything for another chance. Then
his heart hardened. The Doctor had driven him into it, had simply
persecuted him with an unrelenting spite: and his thoughts were bitter
and black and revengeful. In the midst of which a sound of firm
footsteps was heard outside, and the door opened, admitting--the Doctor.
A hard resentful scowl came upon the young fellow's face, and he gazed
sullenly before him.

"Haviland, you are to go home immediately."

"Of course," thought Haviland to himself. "Now for it! I am to be shot
out, and the old brute's going to