CHAPTER XIX.
OXFORD.
"Know you her secret none can utter?
Hers of the Book, the tripled Crown ?" "Eight o'clock, sir!" Taffy heard the voice speaking above a noise which his dreams confused with the rattle of yesterday's journey.

He was still in the train, rushing through the rich levels of Somersetshire.

He saw the broad horizon, the cattle at pasture, the bridges and flagged pools flying past the window--and sat up rubbing his eyes.

Blenkiron, the scout, stood between him and the morning sunshine emptying a can of water into the tub beside his bed.
Blenkiron wore a white waistcoat and a tie of orange and blue, the colours of the College Servants' Cricket Club.

These were signs of the Long Vacation.