He also added a few words of advice to the company generally, and enlightened them as to a few of the chief school rules.

The others, he said, they would learn soon enough.
Whereat they all said, "Thank you, sir," and retired.
Dick and Heathcote, with young Aspinall in tow, walked back to Westover's house together, and were nearly half-way there, when Aspinall suddenly clutched Dick's arm and whispered-- "There's one!" They all stood still and gazed as if it was a spectre, not a human being, they expected.
What they really did see was a rather nice-looking boy of sixteen or seventeen lounging in at the great gateway, looking about him with a familiar air, and apparently bending his steps straight for Westover's.
It was an awkward situation for our three new boys.

Every step brought them nearer under the observation of the "Assyrian," and at every step they felt more awkward and abashed.
Dick did his best to put on a little swagger.

He stuck one hand in his pocket, and twitched his hat a trifle on one side.

Heathcote, too, instinctively let slip his jacket button so as to betray his watch- chain, and laughed rather loudly at something which nobody said.