ld Josiah Williams be like? Would he be hopelessly
unpresentable? Would he humiliate him, Reginald Graves, and render his
subsequent years at St. Joseph's intolerable? How he wished these
fellows would go!

CHAPTER XIII

OXFORD'S WELCOME TO BINDLE

I

At three o'clock on the following day the down platform at Oxford
station presented an almost gala appearance. Not only were the men of
St. Joseph's there, but hundreds of undergraduates from other colleges,
with rattles, whistles, horns, flags, and every other attribute of
great rejoicing.

Outside the station was a carriage with four horses, a piebald, a
skewbald, a white, and another horse that seemed to have set out in
life with a determination to be pink. Tom Little had himself selected
the animals with elaborate care.

A little distance away, standing in groups, was a band clothed
gorgeously in scarlet and gold tunics and caps, and nondescript
trousers, ranging from light grey to black.

Tom Little had given careful instructions that as soon as Josiah
Williams should emerge from the station, the band was to strike up "See
the Conquering Hero Comes," and they were to put into it all they knew.
If they produced a really good effect they were to have unlimited beer.

Reginald Graves stood in the centre of the platform, some of the
leading spirits of St. Joseph's keeping a clear space so that the
meeting between uncle and nephew might be dramatic. A more
wretched-looking nephew of a millionaire uncle never existed.

Round him were scores of men with cameras, whom Graves instinctively
knew to be newspaper men; and perched high above the crowd occupying
important strategical positions he counted eight cinematograph cameras,
each with its attendant operator.

St. Joseph's men had been good customers to a well-known London
perruquier for false wigs, whiskers, and moustaches, with the aid of
which an unlimited supply of "newspaper" and "cinematograph-men" had
been produced.

Ignorant of all this, Graves groaned in spirit.

At four minutes past three the London train, amid a general buzz of
excitement, steamed into the station. Pandemonium seemed to have
broken out. Whistles shrilled, bugles blew, voices roared, and rattles
added their share to the general uproar.

The passengers in the train were at first startled, and then became
deeply interested. From the platform hundreds of eyes searched the
opening carriage doors. Presently there was