The Hero of Garside School

lad?" Mr. Moncrief aske

val," answe

s Cousin Stan. Isn't that stunnin

. "You have not only done a great service for me and my brother, but for your countr

the two men who had tried to wrest from him the letter, the death of poor Falcon, the loss of the letter and

ng eyes, as he paced rapidly to and fro the room.

you have done it to-night, you have nothing to fear for the future. May God bless you, and have you always in

readiness as quickly as possible, and shortly after the servant

ut for me at Garside, won't yo

thought with a smile of the instructions Plunger ha

e could not help blushing. He wondered whether Connie Moncrief would do the same, and

n of the man Brockman

g harnessed, got away as quickly as possible," said Mr. M

ned, by the way, that the man Zuker was a German Jew of great ability and cunning. He was suspected to be a spy in

was to ascertain all he could as to the

he heard, and feeling more and more convinced that this man Zuker was th

rect evidence against him. Neither do we know his exact whereabouts. He's like some nasty slug-you can only

en't Englishmen,

d his Lord and Master, for money, though the price would be a great deal more than thirty pieces of silver. Our enemi

crief, who had begun to fear that some mishap had befallen Paul by the way. By the latter's reque

ill painful, it was decided that he should remain at Rosemore-Paul's home-that night, and

Henry Moncrief, to which he was able to

as he wished Paul and his mother good-bye through the carriage window. "I have to thank yo

eat Britain," and that just as he had finished it, a shadow fell across the room. He turned round to see whence the shadow came, and saw that it was-Zuker! Then he melted into thin air

y. "You cried out so loudly that I tho

out!

p! h

spite of himself, "I was dreaming-that is al

rom the west turret was a flag, known as the "old flag at Garside." It had a history which was dear to every boy in the school. It had been taken by Capta

ol," he said, almost with his last br

riginal pattern remaining; but, none the less, the boys were

it flying from the turret, a t

Garside

the other. In a word, he was a hunchback. Paul could not help a slight start as he looked at him. The boy was quick to notice it, an

Garside. Are y

oy no

king my arm? The fellows are rather a rough lot til

gratitude as Paul t

irst term,

anybody at

'm quite a

At the same time he could not help pitying the solitary boy. He w

he eyes of his senior-"if I can be of help to you at any

d-and if you don't mind,

y arrived. Some stood in small groups, talking and laughing about incidents that had happened

Percival and his camel." The remark was as cruel as offensive. Paul did not mind for himself, but he did for his companion. He glanced

ll as rough ways, haven't the

't mind that. They're not such a

ways find your Newalls in every public school, no matter where it be. They are terrors to the nervous, sensiti

enefit, but he paid no heed to it. He looked round the ground i

e, and the never-to-be-forgotten evening on which he had met Harry Moncrief. Hibbert wished to be taken to

ster in. He was a sallow-complexioned man, with thin, clean-shaven lips. He had a restl

s it, P

along a new bo

eyed the boy keenly; then his hand went out to the l

nce master together. It seemed as though the master were favourably i

ur, at any rate. I didn't think that you ha

e little hunchback. What a shadow hi

er at it. But Hibbert doesn't seem a spiteful sort of fe

that he was healthy and straight of limb. It was not till he came in contact with po

than other

hast give

himself as he retu

rank, open face. The two chums were delighted to meet again, especially as so much had happened since their last meeting. Arm in arm they walk

ards us," said Stanley, looking in the direction whence the laught