The match ended, as every one expected, in a slashing victory for the old hands, together with a general verdict that Tempest and Wales, at any rate, had won their laurels and were safe for two of the vacant caps.
In the stampede which followed I missed my opportunity of restoring Redwood's property, as he vanished immediately after the game, and my comrades would by no means allow me out of their sight.

Indeed, it was not till after evening chapel that I contrived to elude their vigilance and start on my second run to Bridge Street.
But if I eluded them I was less fortunate with another sentinel.

For at the gates I encountered the forbidding presence of Mr Jarman.
"What are you doing here ?" "Please, sir, this is Redwood's belt, and I promised to give it to him." "Go back.

What is your name ?" "Jones, sir." "Whose house are you in ?" "Mr Sharpe's." "Do not let me find you out of bounds again, Jones." And he fixed me with his eye as if to impress me with the fact that he would certainly know me again.
"But, sir, Redwood--" "Did you hear me, sir ?" I capitulated, cowed and indignant.

I was beginning to understand what the fellows said about Mr Jarman.
"It's all rot," said the Philosophers, when I confided my grievance to them; "it's not out of bounds before 6:30--and if it was, it's no business of his.