CHAPTER SEVEN.
COMING DOWN A PEG OR TWO.
I had half hoped Tempest would be down at the station to meet me.

But he was not: and I had to consider on the spur of the moment how to make my entry into Low Heath.
Either I might walk, as I noticed a good many of the fellows who got out of the train did, or I might charter a private fly, as a few of the swells did, or I might go up in one of the school omnibuses, which was evidently the popular mood of transportation.

I was so earnestly desirous to do the correct thing, that I was nearly doing nothing at all, and finally found myself standing almost alone on the platform with the last omnibus ready to start.
Surely they might make some arrangement, thought I, for meeting exhibitioners and taking them up.

How did I know this omnibus was not a town-boys' vehicle, or one dedicated to the service of the inferior boys?
Perhaps it would be better-- "Right away, Jimmy; off you go!" called one of the youths on the knifeboard, whom I recognised as my late travelling companion.
At this point I decided I would risk it, and go up by omnibus after all.
"Wait!" I called.

"I'm coming too." "Fire away, Jimmy.