ression of opinion between these two masters very fairly
represented the general estimate in which the whole body held the Head,
they were fully alive to the latter's good points, and supported him
loyally in upholding the discipline and traditions of the school.

CHAPTER ELEVEN.

A MIDNIGHT FORAY.

There was one in whose eyes Haviland, fallen from his pedestal, was on a
still higher plane even than he had been before; and that one was
Mpukuza, otherwise Anthony, sneeringly known among the ill-disposed as
"Haviland's chum." With the entire and unswerving loyalty of his race
towards the object of its hero-worship, the Zulu boy looked upon his
god's misfortune as his own misfortune, and was not slow to proclaim the
fact in season and out of season. Any fellow within measurable
dimensions of his own size who professed satisfaction within Cetchy's
hearing had got to fight, while more than one thrashing came his way
from bigger fellows, towards whom his championing of his hero's cause
took, perforce, the form of cheek. As for the prime author of the said
misfortune, it would have been astonishing to note the result upon the
reverend but stern Doctor's mind, could he either have heard or
understood the awful threats and imprecations muttered at him in the
liquid Zulu language whenever he came within view of Anthony.

The latter, since he had been at Saint Kirwin's, had made his way very
fairly well. Acting upon an earnest and wise warning from the
missionary who had placed him there, the masters had refrained from
taking undue notice of him, and so spoiling him, as perhaps might
otherwise have been the case, and being thus left to make his own way,
he had made it, as we have said. And he was growing taller and
stronger, with all the fine physique of his race. Lithe, active,
enduring, he was as hard as steel; nor would it be very long before he
might be in a condition to turn the tables on Jarnley and Co., quite
independently of his hero and protector.

To whom one day he sidled up, and opened conversation this way:

"You not sick of being always in?"

"You ass, Cetchy! What d'you mean by asking such an idiotic question?"
was the excusably irritable retort.

"_Au_! Then why you not go out?"

"Look here, Cetchy. If you're trying to make a fool of me, you'll
promptly find you've got the wrong pig by the ear. What are you driving
at? Eh?"

The other looked quickly around. The two were alone.

"I not