A cold sweat stood on his brow, and every breath was a gasp.

Then he turned slowly back to the spot where Forrester had fallen, and threw himself on the ground in a paroxysm of rage and misery.

It was late and growing dark as he re-entered the school.

There was a strange, weird silence about the place that contrasted startlingly with the usual evening clamour.

The boys were mostly in their studies or collected in whispering groups in the schoolrooms.
As Jeffreys entered, one or two small boys near the door hissed him and ran away.