ys," said she, as she opened the door; "go to bed quietly, and
make no noise. The Doctor will be ready for you the moment chapel is
over."

They mounted the creaking stairs, and crawled guiltily along the passage
to their dormitory.

The dormitory monitor was sitting up in bed ready for them, too.

"Oh, you have turned up, have you?" said he. "I hope you'll enjoy
yourselves with Winter in the morning. Most of the fellows say it's
expulsion; but I rather fancy a licking, myself. Cut into bed, and
don't make a noise."

And he curled himself up in his bedclothes, and slept the sleep of the
just, which was more than could be said for the fitful slumbers of our
heroes, which visions of Tom White's boat, and Ponty's pocket, and the
piece of string at the tail of the Eleven's coach, combined to make the
reverse of sound.

In the middle of the night Dick, as he lay awake, felt Heathcote's hand
nudging him.

"I say, Dick!" said the latter, "the wind's got up. Do you hear it?"

"Shut up, Georgie. I'm just asleep."

Nemesis handed in her last cheque to our heroes after chapel next
morning in the Doctor's study. I will spare the reader the harrowing
details of that serious interview. Suffice it to say that the dormitory
fag was right, and that Mrs Partlett was spared the trouble of packing
up the two young gentlemen's wardrobes.

But they emerged from the study wiser and sadder men. They knew more
about the properties of a certain flexible wood than they had ever
dreamed of before. They also felt themselves marked men in high
quarters, with a blot on their new boy's scutcheon which it would take a
heap of virtue to efface.

"By George!" said Dick that afternoon, "we got it hot--too hot,
Georgie."

"I think Winter might have let us down rather easier, myself," said
Georgie.

There was a pause.

"Was it windy last night?" asked Dick.

"Rather!" said Georgie.

"Anything new down town?"

"Couldn't hear anything."

"Hum! I wonder what that beast's done with mother's photograph? I say,
Georgie, what a howling brute he was!"

"He was; he deserves anything."

Strange, if so, that neither of our young heroes went to the police
station and informed against their man. On the contrary, they went up
on to the cliffs after school, and scanned the bay from headland to
headland, doubtless lost in the wonders of the deep, and wishing very
much they could tell what the wild waves were saying as to the
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