e while a feeling of fierce resentment was growing against the
fellows whose accusations had been the cause of all the mischief.

Dangle, as he crossed the Green to class, was hooted all the way.
Brinkman was followed about with derisive cheers, and cries of "Look
out! Corder's coming"; and Clapperton, when he appeared, was silently
cut. Fellows went out of the way to avoid him; and the chair on either
side of him was left vacant in Hall.

"Did you hear," said Ramshaw to his neighbour at the prefects' table at
dinner-time, "that they've begun to drag the lake to-day?"

A grim silence greeted the question. Fellows tried to go on with their
meal. But somehow Ramshaw had destroyed every one's appetite.

"Nonsense!" said Yorke. "He took food with him. You forget that."

"That looks as if he'd gone off the beaten track somewhere," said
Fullerton.

"It does--and Hawk's Pike is as likely a place as any other," said
Yorke.

"Whew! there was frost on it the other night," some one said. "I wish
the doctor would let us go out and look for him. We've a much better
chance of finding him than police and guides."

Here the signal was given to rise, and every one dispersed. Yorke
stayed--one of the last. As he went out he caught sight of a solitary
figure walking moodily ahead, with hands dug in pockets and head down,
the picture of dejection.

Yorke could hardly recognise in this back view his old rival and enemy,
Clapperton. Yet he it was. A few weeks ago, and he always marched to
and from his house in the boisterous company of friends and admirers.
Now he was left alone.

A flush of something like shame mounted to the captain's cheeks. He had
no love for this fellow. He owed him little gratitude. And yet the
sight of him thus solitary, cut off from the stream, stirred him.

Did he not try, in his humble way, to follow in the footsteps of One Who
said, "Love your enemies, do good to them that hate you"? And was not
this an opportunity for putting that faith of his to the test of
practice?

He quickened his pace, and overtook Clapperton. The Modern senior
wheeled round half-savagely.

"Clapperton," said the captain, "we've been enemies all this term. I've
thought harshly of you, and you've thought harshly of me. Why shouldn't
we be friends?"

"What!" almost growled Clapperton; "are you making a fool of me?"

"No--but we've tried hating one another long enough. Let's try being
friends for a change