The Hero of Garside School

. In the senior dormitories there were only four beds-two less than in the junior. In that where Paul sl

much. He was one of those indolent boys, with plenty of talent, if they only care to exercise it. The disposition to do so, however, only came by fits and starts. In another respect, too, he was like a great many other

Stanley ought to have been sleeping-empty! Next to that, Waterma

ut he thought he was. It would be better to wa

, unmovable." He liked that motto. It had appealed to him when he had first seen it on the wall, a

st"-stedfast

rom his bed, and was at that moment a prisoner, in solitary confinement. For what? Simply because he had refused to speak. Oh, it wa

d into it-with his trousers and stockings on. He drew on his coat; opened the dormitory door, and glanced along the corridor. As

loor above. Paul crept up the stairs. They seemed to creak horribly, but it was the silence of the building that magnified the sound to Paul's e

say that he burns the midnight oil a lot. That's what gives him such a

door would be locked, and he could not pass through a locked door. Dormitory X had a window looking on to the parapet outside, and it was by this

the justice of what Mr. Weevil had done in putting his chum in Dormitory X., he had no right, from a chivalrous feeling of friendship, to run the risk of a foolhard

ly across the moon. It was a plain Gothic parapet, in keeping with the time-worn building. It rose a couple of feet above the gutte

in darkness. That was where Stanley was? Would it be possible for him to reach it without being seen by Mr. Wee

d of voices, and it cam

But hanged if I don't think Weevil talks it in his sleep; he's so hot on it. He ought to be amongst the fossils i

room. A lamp was burning on the table, on which were strewn a number of papers and document

Tribes, I expect," Paul told himself. "But who's the other f

y as they bent over the documents; but one he kn

up?" Paul asked him

direction of his finger with the closest attention. Presently the man raised his head. In spite of himself

he head of the master thrust out. Paul thought that he must be found out. There seemed no help for it. He gave himself up for lost. Fortunatel

" said the master, peering out, "but it couldn't hav

to look up. He feared, in spite of the closed window, to find the eyes of the master fixed upon him. Should he tu

the two had resumed their interrupted interview. So, taking

l Zuker, the German Jew-the man who had tried to wrest from him Mr. Moncri

rs. They were bending low, and spoke in little more than whispers. For one thing, that was an advantage. They were so earnestly engaged in conversation,

, then waited. He could still hear the hum of vo

n. I'm sure he w

he window, and tapped

ere?" sai

usly opened, and Paul

exclaimed Stanley as their hands met in

you, of

y this precious light; so, if you won't mind me

of your moping here by yourself, and it w

ave got out of the pickle by speaking, but I was obstinate. Solitude isn't

at's why I've come. It's better for t

u, Paul, coming to me

here for him. It's Newall you'll have to look out for. He won't be sat

ay? Tell me th

in not speaking up. 'Why should I have spoken?' he burst out. 'I didn't want to speak. All I w

y in his solitude, Paul had said nothing about what he had seen in the master's room,

evil's guest on the mov

y the arm. "You would never guess. You remember what hap

his chum all that h

hurry. I only wish that I'd been with you the

the man in the next r

ley, rising to his

m by the arm, and pressing him to his forme

th Mr. Weevil, and what

hat floors me. Listen! We

they were quite close, then they died away. Presently they heard Mr. Weevil returning alone

p to now?" w

r the next room; then come out

e could be seen through a crevice in t

here!" excl