Bless you! the fellows will be too festive to notice us.

What do you say ?" "All right; I'm on to try it," said Heathcote, not feeling very sanguine.
"Right you are.

Keep it quiet, I say, and come down to 'Tub' early to- morrow." Which being arranged, the two dissemblers went down and addressed a monster meeting of the Den, denouncing everybody and vowing vengeance on the oppressor.
At "Tub time" next morning, Dick met his friend with a radiant face.
"It's all right," said he; "I've been over to the Mews and had a look at the traps, and one of them's got a bar underneath we can easily hang on to." "Rather a grind hanging on to a bar for two hours!" suggested Heathcote.
"Bless you! that won't hurt.

Besides, we might get a lift further on; in fact, one of the coachmen said for five bob he'd stow us away in the boot." "That would be less dusty," said Heathcote; "but--" "Look here," said Dick eagerly, as he and his friend stood side by side on the spring-board ready for a plunge, "what howling asses we are! Of course all the fellows will go on the top of the omnibuses, so if we cut round to the stables directly after breakfast, we can stow ourselves away inside one, under the seat, and then we shall have it all to ourselves." "All right," said Heathcote, looking at last as if he saw his way to the venture.
And the two friends forthwith dived, and turned the plan over beneath the waves.
When, punctually at ten o'clock, the six coaches paraded in the great Quadrangle, no one noticed the absence of Dick and his henchman in the crowd that assembled to watch the departure of the lucky seventy.

Nor when coach one had started with the Eleven, and coaches two, three, and four had carried off the rest of the Sixth and Fifth, did any one suspect that coach five had taken up two of its passengers already.
The Upper and Middle Fourth, who boarded this vehicle, had little idea, as they pitched their coats and wraps inside and mounted themselves to the top, that, like the birds who buried the babes in the wood beneath the leaves, they were hiding the light of day from two innocents who lay one under either seat, with their noses to the fresh air and their hearts very decidedly in their mouths.
"Chock full up here," cried a voice from the top, which Dick, even in his retirement, recognised as belonging to Duffield, the post fag, who, by virtue of his office, was just out of the Den; "you kids will have to go inside." "Oh, I say, you might let us up," replied one of the "kids" in question, in tones of expostulation; "we won't take up much room.