Eric was silent and disgusted, but Wildney seemed quite at home.  The man soon returned with the beer.  “Wouldn’t you like a glass of summat now, young gen’lmen?” he asked, in an insinuating way.

“No, Billy! don’t jabber—­we must be off.  Here open the door.”

“Stop, I’ll pay,” said Eric.  “What’s the damage?”

“Three shilling, sir,” said the man.  “Glad to see a new customer, sir.”  He pocketed the money, and showed them, out, standing to look after them with a malicious leer as they disappeared, and jerking his left thumb over his shoulder.

“Faugh!” said Eric, taking a long breath as they got out again into the moonlight, “what a poisonous place!  Good gracious, Charlie, who introduced you there?”

“Oh, I don’t think much of going there” said Wildney, carelessly; “we go every-week almost.”

“We! who?”

“Oh, Brigson and a lot of us.  We have a club there which we call the ‘Anti-muffs,’ and that’s our smoking-room.”

“And is that horrid beast the landlord?”

“Yes; he was an old school-servant, and there’s no harm in him that I know of.”

But Eric only “phewed” again two or three times, and thought of Montagu.

Suddenly Wildney clutched him by the arm, and pulled him into the deep shadow of a porch, whispering, in a low tone, “Look!”

Under a lamp-post, directly opposite them, stood Mr. Rose!  He had heard voices and footsteps a moment before, and, puzzled at their sudden cessation in the noiseless street, he was looking round.

“We must run for it,” whispered Wildney hastily, as Mr. Rose approached the porch; and the two boys took to their heels, and scampered away as hard as they could, Eric helping on Wildney by taking his hand, and neither of them looking behind.  They heard Mr. Rose following them at first, but soon distanced him, and reached a place where two roads met, either of which would lead to the school.

“We won’t go by the road; I know a short cut by the fields.  What fun!” said Wildney, laughing.

“What an audacious little monkey you are; you know all sorts of dodges,” said Eric.

They had no time to talk, but with, a speed winged by fear got to the school, sprang on the buttress beneath the window, effected their entrance, and vanished after replacing the bar—­Eric to his study, and Wildney to his dormitory.

“Here’s a go!” said the latter, as they ran up stairs; “I’ve smashed one of the beer-bottles in getting through the window, and my trousers are deluged with the stuff.”

They had hardly separated when Mr. Rose’s step was heard on the stairs.  He was just returning from a dinner-party, when the sight of two boys and the sound of their voices startled Mm in the street, and their sudden disappearance made him sure that they were Roslyn boys, particularly when they began to run.  He strongly suspected that he recognised Wildney as one of them, and therefore made straight