"Who are you?
and where have you been ?" "What's that to you ?" answered Diggory boldly; "let me go." The remembrance of that mysterious smell of a fusee flashed across Noaks's mind.
"Look here!" he cried sharply.

"You tell me this moment where you've been." "In the other field." "What were you doing there ?" "Running." There was a moment's silence.

Noaks had a strong suspicion that the other knew something about the secret meeting; it was equally possible, however, that he did not.

Young madcaps were often known to let off steam by careering wildly round the field after dark, and if this had really been the case in the present instance, it would be folly to say anything that should awaken suspicion.

The big fellow hesitated; then a happy thought occurred to him: he dragged his captive across the paved playground, and stopping under the gas-lamp which lit up the archway leading into the quadrangle, began a hasty examination of the contents of the latter's pockets.