"I say what a day we shall have! I'll bring my watch and knife, you know, and some grub, and we can picnic there, eh ?" "That'll be splendid.

Well, I must go in now, so good-bye, Newcome, and shake hands." What a grip was that! on one side all trust and fervour, and on the other all fraud and malice! Tom Drift was not yet utterly bad.

Would that he had allowed his conscience to speak and his better self prevail! Half a dozen times in the course of his walk from the playground to the school he repented of the wicked part he was playing in the scheme to injure Charlie.

But half a dozen times the thought of Gus and his taunts, and the recollection of his own bruised forehead came to drive out all passing sentiments of pity or remorse.
Charlie rejoined his chum with a beaming face.
"Well," asked Jim, "what has he been saying to humbug you this time ?" "Nothing very particular; and I won't let you call him a humbug.

I say, Jim, old boy, he's made it up at last, and we're friends, Tom Drift and I! Hurrah! I was never so glad, isn't it jolly ?" Jim by no means shared his friend's enthusiasm.