I thought
he was playing on your side."

"Yes, sir; he is, sir," cried the little fellow eagerly. "He's just
gone up to his dormitory, sir, to get his thin cricketing-jacket."

"Oh," said the master softly. "Nice day for your sports, boys. Don't
let the other side win."

"No, sir!"

"No sir!" came in chorus. "We won't."

But the book of Morris was open once more, and he seemed to be poring
over a mathematical problem as he walked slowly away.

Meanwhile Glyn had reached the door of the lecture-room, hurried in,
mounted the stairs, entered the room he shared with Singh, and selecting
the key of the drawers, opened the one at the bottom, to find flannel
trousers, Eton suit, and a carelessly folded overcoat.

"It is not here," he said. "What an untidy chap he is with his togs,
and how he gets them mixed! Don't want to brag; but I believe I could
get anything out of my drawers with my eyes shut. Well, I suppose it
was because of dad. He always used to say that a soldier's traps should
be neatly packed together in the smallest space. Perhaps it's in the
next drawer," he continued, as he thrust in and locked the one at the
bottom. "No; he said it would be in the trunk," and changing the key,
he went to the corner of the little room, knelt down, thrust the key
into the lock, and threw open the lid.

"Why, it isn't here at the top," he said to himself. "Oh, I am not
going to turn over all his things."

An ejaculation behind him made him spring to his feet, to find himself
face to face with Morris, book in hand, the pair sharing the
astonishment due to the sudden encounter.

"You here, Severn!" cried Morris, flushing up with anger, Glyn felt, for
it was out of hours for being in the dormitory.

"Yes, sir. I was getting something from his box for Singh."

"Oh," said Morris, recovering himself. "Young Burton told me he was
here in his room."

"He was coming, sir; but I came for him," cried Glyn, into whose brain
now flashed a memory of a late conversation and dispute with his
companion.

"I suppose you know," said Morris coldly, "that one of the Doctor's
rules is that the pupils should only retire to their dormitories at
certain times."

"Yes, sir, but--"

"That will do," said Morris, turning to go; and his cold, stern manner
stung the boy, whose mind was now flooded with the recollection of all
that Singh had told him, and a feeling of resentment sprang up within
his breast.

"I shouldn't have