CHAPTER TWENTY SIX.
A GOOD SHOW-UP ALL ROUND.
It was the last day but one of the Summer term, and the Philosophers were in a ferment.

The lists were to be out in the afternoon, and a score of events were to be decided by them.

Was I to get on to the top form of my division, and if so, was it Langrish or Purkis who was to be displaced?
Or was I, after all my grind, to yield a place to the truculent Coxhead?
More than that, was Warminster to be beaten after all by a day boy called Dicky Brown, who, amid all the changes and distractions of the term, had stuck doggedly to his work, and was reported a hot man for the head place in the junior division?
All this was exciting enough, but it was as nothing to the tussle at the head of the school.
Pridgin's alarming burst of work in the Easter term had, contrary to all expectation, not died out.

Every one prophesied he would sicken of it.
Wales laughed at him.

Crofter smiled sweetly.