Humph! wonder if they _are_ a shady lot or not?
What does he mean by saying they'll teach me to be a cad?
Who'll teach me to be a cad?
Not a muff like Braider." At that moment a door opened at the end of the corridor, and a voice shouted-- "Richardson!" It was Braider's voice, and Dick knew it.
He crumpled the letter up in his hand, and the colour came and went from his cheeks.
"Richardson! where are you ?" called Braider again, for it was dusk, and our hero's seat was screened from view.
Dick coloured again, and bit his lips; and finally got up from the bench, and strolled off in an opposite direction.
"Richardson! do you hear ?" once more shouted the invisible Braider.
Dick walked on in the dusk, wondering to himself whether Braider would get into a row for kicking up that uproar in the Quad.
At last, after one final shout, he heard the door slam.

Then he quickened his pace, and made for Cresswell's study.
On the staircase he met Aspinall.
"I heard some one calling you out in the Quad.," said the small boy.
"Did you ?" replied Dick.

"I wonder who it can have been?
Is Cresswell in his study ?" "No." "All serene.

Come back with me.

Have you done your swot ?" "Yes, I did my lessons an hour ago." "Oh!" said Dick, and strode on, followed somewhat dubiously by his young _protege_.
"Shut the door," said Dick, sternly, as they entered the study.
"Whatever is going to happen to me ?" ejaculated the small boy, inwardly, as he obeyed.