He (Heathcote) had no one bigger than Swinstead and Birket to impress his friend with.

Dick had "sharks," and behind them "one of the Sixth." What was the use of opposing himself to such odds?
"Wait for us, won't you ?" was all he could say; and next moment they were at their respective desks, and school had begun.
Dick's quick ears caught the sound of cabs in the quadrangle and the noise of luggage in the hall while school was going on, and his mind became a little anxious as the prospect of his coming interview loomed nearer before him.

He hoped Cresswell was a jolly fellow, and that there would be no one else in his study when he went to call upon him.
He had carefully studied the geography of his fortress, so he knew exactly where to go without asking any one, which was a blessing.
As soon as class was over he made his way to the matron's room.
"Do you know if Cresswell has come yet, please." "Yes, what do you want with him ?" "Oh! nothing," said Dick dissembling, "I only wanted to know." And he removed himself promptly from the reach of further questions.
Little dreaming of the visit with which he was to be so shortly honoured, Cresswell, the fleetest foot and the steadiest head in Templeton, was complacently unpacking his goods and chattels in the privacy of his own study.

He wasn't sorry to get back to Templeton, for he was fond of the old place, and the summer term was always the jolliest of the year.

There was cricket coming on, and lawn tennis, and the long evening runs, and the early morning dips.