The Head of Kay's

nt, and rows generally, blow over. A nine-days' wonder has to be a big business to last out its full time nowadays. As a rule

at all that could be said on the subject had been said, and that it was now a back number. Nobody, except possibly the authorities, wanted t

finish for the third time since reveille that morning, "if you can't manage to switch off th

have done nothing. It was more for his own private satisfaction than for the furtherance of justice that he wished to track the offenders down. But he did not look on the affair, as Jimmy Silver did, as rather sporting; he had a tender feeling for the goo

ing on their every movement. In which they were quite wrong, for Kennedy was doing nothing of the kind. Camp does not allow a great deal of leisure for the minding of other people's businesses. But this reflec

At seven in the evening the guard falls in, and patrols the fringe of the camp in relays till seven in the morning. A guard consists of a sergeant, a corporal, and ten men. They are on duty for two hours at a time, with intervals of four hours between each spell, in which interv

ates, and his first spell of se

of Conan Doyle's about a mummy that came to life and chased people on lonely roads-but enough! However courageous one may be, it is difficult not to speculate on the possible horrors which may spring out on one from the darkness. That feeling that there is somebody-or

d this road is a ditch and a wood. After he had been on duty for an hour this wood began to suggest a variety of possibilities, all grim. The ditch, too, was not without associations. It was into this that Private Jones had been hurled on a certain memorable occasion. Such a

terious sounds since his patrol began at eleven o'clock that at first he was inclined to attribute this to imagination. But a crackle of dead branches and the sound of

rate it. A slight thud put him on the right track. It showed him two things; first, that the unknown had dropped into the ditch, and, secondly, that he was a

d crawled out of the ditch now. As luck would have it he had chosen a spot immediately opposi

s there?

regulation manner. He knew how he would feel himself if he were out of camp at half-pas

whom it was addressed. The unknown started so violently that he nearly

ht him against the dark wood, dashed in with a rapidity which showed that he knew something of the art of boxing. Kennedy dropped his rifle and flung up his arm. He was altogether too late. A su

he did realise the situation, he leapt to his feet, feeling sick and shaky, and staggered about in all directions in a manner which suggested that he fancied his assailant would be waiting politely until he had recovered. As was only natural, that wily p

ifle, and resumed his patrol. And at

owing day c

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easures of a first night after the holidays to look forward to, when you dashed from one friend's study to another's, comparing notes, and explaining-five or six of you at a time-what a good time you had had in the holidays. This was always a pleasant ceremony at Blackburn's, where all the prefects were intimate friends, and all good sorts, without that liberal adm

utes he would be at the junction, and in another half-hour bac

e late train that he had come down by. Most of

ack to school. He liked to start the term with all his books in their shelves, and all his pictures and photographs in

n. Kennedy had been surprised that he had not met him downstairs, but the matron had answered h

ver, after the conclusion of the

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ran his eye o

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rt now to pack them all up again. And why, my son? B

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Mr Kay, wanting somebody in his house capable of keeping order, by way of a change, has go