He seemed to be in the nursery, hectoring it, as big brothers will, among the little ones, amongst whom was a little boy with curly hair and a shrill piping voice.

He called to mind the first-night of this term, and the vision of his young brother breaking down with his new-boy troubles next morning.

All this and more fleeted through his mind as he bounded to where Rollitt stood.
"Hush!" said the latter, almost gruffly.

"Asleep." So he was.

It had scarcely roused him when Rollitt had picked him up two hours ago from his roost under the rocking-stone.