s abreast, with Heathcote close on the heels of both.

Frantic were the cries of the sportsmen to their man. But his face was
red, and his mouth was open.

"He's done!" was the cry of the disgusted knowing ones. And the knowing
ones were right. Dick walked away, as fresh as a daisy, in the last
hundred yards, while Heathcote blowing hard stepped up abreast of the
favourite. It was a close run for second honours; but the Mountjoy boy
stuck to it, and staggered up a neck in front, with ten clear yards
between him and the heels of the victorious Dick.

CHAPTER FIVE.

HOW HEATHCOTE NEARLY CATCHES COLD.

Dick felt decidedly pleased with himself, as he walked back arm-in-arm
with Heathcote, after his victory.

He felt that he had a right to hold up his head in Templeton already,
and although he still experienced some difficulty in managing his hands
and keeping down his blushes when he met one of the Fifth, he felt
decidedly fortified against the inquisitive glances of the juniors.

In fact, in the benevolence of his heart, he felt so anxious lest any of
these young aspirants to a view of the hero who had won the new boys'
race should be disappointed, that he prolonged his walk, and made a
circuit of the great square with his friend, so as to give every one a
fair chance.

At tea, to which Templeton trooped in ravenously after their first
afternoon's blow in the open air, he sat with an interesting expression
of langour on his face, enduring the scrutiny to which he was treated
with an air of charming unconsciousness, from which any one might
suppose he harboured not the slightest desire to hear what Swinstead was
saying to his neighbour, as they both looked his way. It was a pity he
could not hear it.

"Look at that young prig," said Swinstead's neighbour. "He can't get
over it. It's gone to his head."

"Young ass!" said Swinstead; "ran well too."

"It would be a good turn to take him down a peg."

"What's the use? He'll come down soon enough."

For all that, the two friends could not resist the temptation, when,
after tea, they caught sight of Dick and his chum going out into the
Quad, of beckoning to the former to come to them.

"Those fellows want me," said Dick to his friend, in a tone as much as
to say, "I'm so used to holding familiar converse with the Fifth that
it's really almost beginning to be a grind. But I don't like to
disappoint them this time."

"Well, how do you feel?" said Swi