Amid all his fresh duties the new captain had kept his eye on his old friend's brother, and of late he had seen things which made him uneasy.

Wyndham was on friendly terms again with his two undesirable patrons, and simultaneously his work in the library and his visits to Riddell's own study had become less regular.

It all meant something, Riddell knew; and he knew, too, that that something was not any good.

He made one attempt to detain the boy.
"You aren't going ?" he said kindly.
"Yes.

It's really no use grinding, to-night, Riddell." "Won't you stop and keep me company, though ?" asked the captain.
"You're working," said the boy.