The cheers, with which he was greeted, due quite as much to his pluck in coming to-day as to his exploit at the match last Saturday, appeared to disconcert rather than please him, and he took a corner seat as far as possible from the Classic seniors present.

When, however, Percy and Co.

entered the Hall, a much livelier demonstration ensued.

Cheers and compliments and pats on the back showered fast on the youthful "blacklegs," and tended greatly to exaggerate in their own eyes the importance of their action.
"We shall get jolly well welted for it, you fellows," said Percy, with all the swagger of a popular martyr.

"Never mind; we aren't going to be done out of Hall for anybody." "At any rate, they won't hurt _you_ for it," cried Wally, disparaging.
"Kids like you won't hurt." "We've come to see you cads don't get it all your own way," said Cash.
"That's what we've come for!" "Ho, ho! Hope you've brought your lunch.