, of course, doesn't care a
damn what he does, just lives to enjoy himself and have a damned good
time." He smiled at the irony of it all. If they only knew! But they
could never know. He had made a mistake in saying so much to Betteridge;
he must not do it again. He must go on probing everything to discover
where, if anywhere, was that complete peace, that perfect beauty that he
had set out to find. In the meantime the destiny of his life would
unfold itself. He would follow where his inclinations led him.

The evening bell broke into his reverie.

He stretched himself.

"Come on, Betteridge. Let us have a rag to-night."

"Oh, I don't think I will, I am rather sleepy." Betteridge was aware of
his position. To Tester being a prefect signified very little.

That night Carter's dormitory was submitted to a most fearful raid.
Water flowed everywhere. Two sheets were ripped and a jug broken. Rudd's
bed was upset on the floor with Rudd underneath.

"By Jove, Caruthers," said Lovelace, from Harding's well-behaved
dormitory, "that man Tester is some lad."

And Gordon thought, as he saw him laying about him full lustily with a
pillow, that all his talk about games must be merely a damned
affectation. He was really like any ordinary fellow.

When peace was at last restored, and he had led home his victorious
forces, Tester laughed quietly to himself, as he watched the moonlight
falling across a huge pool of water. He had played his part pretty well.

* * * * *

For the rest of the term life flowed easily with Gordon. There were no
further rows with "the Bull"; in fact their row seemed, for a time at
any rate, to have brought them closer together. Both seemed anxious to
be friends with one another, and on the football field Gordon's play
gave really very little cause for complaint. For this term his football
reached his highest level. In following seasons he played good games on
occasions, but he never equalled the standard he set himself in the
Colts. It was one of Gordon's chief characteristics that he usually did
well while others failed, and this term the Colts for some reason or
other never properly got together. The side kept on being altered. For
a week after the row Lovelace was kept out of the side; but it was soon
obvious that his presence was absolutely necessary.

"What did I say," said Gordon. "You see, 'the Bull's' madness doesn't
last for long. He got a bit fed up with you