But don't say you weren't told, that's all," and he walked off, whistling.
Heathcote was perplexed.

He suspected a practical joke in everything, and had this junior been a trifle less solemn, he would have had no doubt that this was one.

As it was, he was sorry he had offended him, and lost the chance of making quite sure.

Dick, he knew, was still out of doors, and he, it was certain, knew nothing about the rule.
But just then a Fifth-form fellow came along, and cut off the retreat.
He eyed the new boy critically as he advanced, and stopped in front of him.
"What's your name ?" he demanded.
"Heathcote." "A new boy ?" "Yes." "How is it you're not in bed?
Do you know the time ?" "Yes," said Heathcote, convinced now that the junior had been right, "but I didn't know--that is--" "Shut up and don't tell lies," said the Fifth-form boy, severely.

"Go to bed instantly, and write me out 200 lines of Virgil before breakfast to-morrow.