The little boys gazed with awe- struck wonder at the heroes who had that day been at Templeton, and contended for Templeton honours.

The elder boys wondered if gloom was part of Templeton "form," and when their turn would come to look as black and majestic; and all marvelled at the supper those three ate, and at the chasm they left in the cold boiled beef! "Come on, you fellows," said Richardson, as soon as the meal was finished.

"I'm going to bed; I'm fagged." "So am I," said Heathcote.
"So am I," said Coote.
And the triumvirate stalked from the room, leaving Mountjoy more than ever convinced something terrific had happened.
If Coote had had his way, he would rather have stayed up.

He slept in a different room from Richardson and Heathcote, and it was rather slow going to bed by himself at half-past seven.

But as it was evident from Dick's manner that this was the proper course to take under the circumstances, he took it, and was very soon dreaming that he and Edward the Fifth's father were trotting round the Templeton quadrangle on the mare, much to the admiration of the Templeton boys, who assembled in their thousands to witness the exploit.
Next day the uncomfortable topic of the mare and the waggonette was renewed in a long conference with Mr Ashford.
As supper was no longer pending, and as a night's rest had intervened, the boys were rather more disposed to enter into details.