"Shut up, and hold your row, unless you want to be chucked out of the Quad." "What on earth is the row with you ?" asked the astounded Raggles.
"Never you mind.

Hook it!" retorted Dick.
Raggles departed, not quite sure whether Dick had not had too much "swipes" for dinner, or whether his run after the Harriers yesterday had not been too much for his wits.
Dick felt rather blue that afternoon as he watched the train which carried his father steam out of Templeton station.
He had somehow expected that this visit would settle everything.

But instead of doing that, Mr Richardson had left Templeton almost as anxious as when he entered it.

Dick couldn't make it out, and he returned rather dismally to Templeton.
Here, however, he had plenty to distract his attention.

The fame of the "Firm's" exploit on the previous day was still a nine days' wonder in the Den, and he might, had he been so inclined, have spent the afternoon in discoursing to an admiring audience of his achievement.