Another lot were kicking about a football in an aimless way.

Others were passing round a cricket ball at long range.

But most were loafing, apparently undecided what to turn themselves to thus early in the term.
One or two of the Fifth, however, appeared to have some business on hand, in which, much to their surprise, our new boys found they were concerned.
The senior whose arrival they had witnessed in the morning came up to where they were, and said: "You're all three new boys, aren't you ?" "Yes," they replied.
"Well, go up to the flag-staff there, and wait for me." With much inward trepidation they obeyed, wondering what was to happen.
Swinstead, for that was the name of the Fifth-form fellow, continued his tour of the field, accosting all the new boys in turn, and giving them the same order.
At length, the long-suffering twenty clustered round the flag-staff, and awaited their fate.
It was simple enough.

Every new boy was expected to race on his first day at Templeton, and that was what was expected of them now.
"Let's have your names--look sharp," said one Fifth-form fellow, with a pencil and paper in his hand, who seemed to look upon the affair as rather a bore.

"Come on.