ime. Now shut up, you fellows. No more talking."

There was no need to repeat the order. Silence prevailed in that
dormitory forthwith.

CHAPTER EIGHT.

JARNLEY AGAIN.

If the practical joke played upon the keeper in Hangman's Wood ever
transpired in the immediate neighbourhood of that ill-omened locality,
the tidings thereof did not reach as far as Saint Kirwin's--nor had its
perpetrators any opportunity of revisiting the place, by reason of the
distance, and the difficulty of so soon again obtaining leave from
call-over. But other coverts were levied upon in like fashion, all, or
nearly all, we regret to say, under equally forbidden conditions.

The summer term proved exceptionally fine, and Haviland and other
collectors revelled in the bright and glowing weather. If at times
illicit, the long breezy rambles over field and down were fraught with
all that was healthful and wholesome, in the splendid air, the beautiful
surroundings of the fairest of English landscapes, the hardening of the
young frame into the most perfect training, the excitement of a certain
amount of ever present risk, and the absorbing pursuit of a favourite
hobby. And then the cool plunge into the swimming pool at the close of
the long summer's day. There was plenty of cricket too, and some
exceptionally good matches in which Saint Kirwin's kept up its name
quite well.

"Can't think why you don't go in for cricket, Haviland," observed
Laughton, in the prefects room one whole holiday as he was getting ready
for one of the matches aforesaid, and in which he figured in the school
eleven as a bowler of no mean repute. "You ought to, you know. It's
due to your position."

"No, thanks, Laughton. You don't catch me wasting a splendid day like
this shying a ball at three silly sticks."

"Well, you could go in for batting. From what little I've seen you do
in that line, with a little practice you'd make a very fair bat indeed."

"Oh, yes. Get bowled first ball, and spend the rest of the day fielding
out. I'd as soon be doing an impos."

And the speaker finished some arrangement of cotton wool and cardboard
boxes, and stowing the same into his side pockets tightened the strap
wherewith he was girded, and nodding to Laughton started off there and
then upon his favourite pursuit--but alone.

After him from the third form room windows gazed a pair of wistful eyes.
Mpukuza, otherwise Anthony, had conceived a hero-worship for the oth