CHAPTER FIVE.
HOW HEATHCOTE NEARLY CATCHES COLD.
Dick felt decidedly pleased with himself, as he walked back arm-in-arm with Heathcote, after his victory.
He felt that he had a right to hold up his head in Templeton already, and although he still experienced some difficulty in managing his hands and keeping down his blushes when he met one of the Fifth, he felt decidedly fortified against the inquisitive glances of the juniors.
In fact, in the benevolence of his heart, he felt so anxious lest any of these young aspirants to a view of the hero who had won the new boys' race should be disappointed, that he prolonged his walk, and made a circuit of the great square with his friend, so as to give every one a fair chance.
At tea, to which Templeton trooped in ravenously after their first afternoon's blow in the open air, he sat with an interesting expression of langour on his face, enduring the scrutiny to which he was treated with an air of charming unconsciousness, from which any one might suppose he harboured not the slightest desire to hear what Swinstead was saying to his neighbour, as they both looked his way.

It was a pity he could not hear it.
"Look at that young prig," said Swinstead's neighbour.

"He can't get over it.

It's gone to his head." "Young ass!" said Swinstead; "ran well too." "It would be a good turn to take him down a peg." "What's the use?
He'll come down soon enough." For all that, the two friends could not resist the temptation, when, after tea, they caught sight of Dick and his chum going out into the Quad, of beckoning to the former to come to them.
"Those fellows want me," said Dick to his friend, in a tone as much as to say, "I'm so used to holding familiar converse with the Fifth that it's really almost beginning to be a grind.

But I don't like to disappoint them this time." "Well, how do you feel ?" said Swinstead.
"Oh, all right," replied Dick, showing unmistakeable signs of intoxication.
"Capital run you made," said the other.