it adequately. "Haviland's never tired of jamming that down our
throats, but he doesn't practise what he preaches. Eh?"

"Well, Corbould major'll be a prefect himself next term," said
Medlicott.

"Yes, but how about the nigger, Medlicott? A nigger into the bargain.
Haviland's chum! I don't know how Haviland can stick him," rejoined the
other spitefully, for he loved not Haviland.

"I wish he'd chuck that confounded egg-hunting, at any rate for this
term," said Laughton. "He'll get himself reduced as sure as fate.
Nick's watching him like a cat does a mouse. He's got a down on him for
some reason or other--don't know what it can be--and the very next row
Haviland gets into he'll reduce him. That's an absolute cert."

"Haviland did say he'd chuck it," replied Medlicott. "But what's he to
do? He's a fellow who doesn't care for games--swears cricket's slow,
and football always makes him want to hit somebody."

"He's a rum card," rejoined Laughton. "Well, I'm going round to the
East field to do some bowling. I expect Clay'll be there. Coming,
Medlicott?"

"No. I don't care about bowling to Clay. He expects you to keep at it
all the time just because he's a master. Never will bowl to you. I
bar."

The two under discussion were speeding along--Haviland jubilant over
having obtained leave from call-over--thus being able to get very far
afield. He fancied Mr Sefton, the master of the week, had eyed him
rather curiously in granting it, but what did that matter? He had the
whole afternoon before him.

As they proceeded, he was instructing the other in various landmarks,
and other features of the country.

"Think you could find your way back all right, Cetchy?" he said, when
they had proceeded some distance, "if you were left alone, I mean?"

"Find way? Left alone? What do you mean?"

"Why sometimes, if you get chevvied by a keeper it's good strategy to
separate, and get back round about. It boggles the enemy and at worst
gives one of you a chance."

"Find way--ha!" chuckled Anthony. "Well, rather. All that tree--hill
over there--plenty church steeple. Fellows who can't find way here must
be thundering big fools."

"Quite right. I hope we shan't be put to it to-day, but it has saved
both of us before. Though as a rule, Cetchy, I never go out with
another fellow, except Corbould now and then. Much rather be alone--
besides, when there are two fellows together they get jawing at the
wrong t