n't hiked him out. Even then he couldn't stand. So I hope you're
jolly well pleased with yourself. I hope it will be a lesson to you,
young Sarah, to keep one eye open while you're asleep. We were jolly
glad you got canted out, though you _are_ a bit of a mule. But it would
have been rough on you to miss the Sports. They say Tempest's burned
his hand pretty bad, but he means to have a shot at the Mile. I say,
Redwood was asking after you. Jarman's jolly sick that it was his fault
about the fire. He's been quite civil, and been to ask about you every
day. Look sharp and get right, I say, or it'll rot the Sports if you
don't. Hullo, there comes your _mater_. Ta, ta, old hoss. It's rather
ripping you scraped through all right."

He was a good sort, Langrish. He did not tell me, what I heard later,
that at the time of the fire he had to be held back by main force from
following Tempest in quest of me; and that he had rather a "cold in his
head" when he saw me hauled out safe and sound.

CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR.

"SMALL AND EARLY" IN THE SANATORIUM.

My recovery was far too rapid to please me. I never had such a jolly
time in all my life. My mother was in and out all day; there were no
lessons. I was allowed to summon any chum I liked to my bedside. I was
receiving messages daily from masters and seniors, and, best of all, I
had nothing the matter with me except, a strong disinclination to exert
myself, and an occasional headache or dizziness when I sat up.

I had come up to Low Heath that term with the honest determination to
"lie low." I little expected, however, that I should find myself quite
so literally adhering to my resolution.

My one trouble was that all this time I had not seen Tempest. I did not
like to send for him, in case he should not appreciate the compliment.
And he, as I guessed, would not care to come of his own accord for the
uncomfortable ceremony of receiving my thanks. My mother told me he had
often asked about me; but when she asked him to come and see me he had
replied,--"I'll see him as soon as he gets about again." When she
inquired about his hand he had replied airily that it was all right, and
he was only keeping it in the sling to get it right for the Sports.
"But," said my mother, "I wish he would let the doctor see it, or give
up running till it is well."

"But," said I, "he's a chance of winning off Redwood." This argument,
which in ninety-nine cases out of one