I was never below it once." "Perhaps Yorke's going to give a lecture on the ascent of Hawk's Pike." "I know what it is.

They're going to give the chaps back their subscriptions.

What a run there'll be on the shop directly after!" This last rumour was industriously put about by the juniors, and was believed in a good many quarters.
A new diversion, however, served to put aside speculation for a time.
"Hullo, who's that lout ?" asked D'Arcy, as he and Wally, having shaken off the others for a season, were "taking a cool," arm in arm near the playing-field gate.
The object of this remark was a stalwart, middle-aged, labouring man, who carried an American cloth bag in his hand, and, to judge by the mud on his garments, had travelled some distance.

He was trying to open the gate into the field, and on seeing our two juniors beckoned to them inquiringly.
"You can't get in there," said Wally.

"You'll have to go to the other gate at the Watch-Tower." "Is this here Fellsgarth School, young master ?" said the man.
"Rather," replied Wally.
"Is the governor at home!" "Who--Ringwood?
I don't know; they'll tell you at the gate." "He's come to mend the door of your young brother's room, I expect," said D'Arcy.