Higham had gone back to the picnic site for an overlooked cushion.

On returning toward the beach, he had found the Master and Lad standing in his way.

Loftily, he made as though to skirt them and reach the canoe.
"WATCH him, Laddie!" whispered the Master, loosing his hold on the dog's ruff.
This, in the midst of Rice's tirade.

Higham stood extremely still.

As the others applauded, he began, very fervently, to swear.
"Higham," suggested the Master, "I've no personal objection to your blasphemy.