He had sympathized fully with Sandy, and wanted, if possible, to find out the result of the examination before going home.
The report of the scholarship won would reconcile him to his disappointment.
At the academy gate he met Mr.Moseley, who greeted him with a queer smile.

They both asked the same question: "Where's Sandy ?" As if in answer, there came a mighty shout from the street leading down to the depot.

Turning, they saw a cheering, hilarious crowd; bright-flowered hats flashed among college caps, while shrill girlish voices rang out with the manly ones.

Carried high in the air on the shoulders of a dozen boys, radiant with praise and success, sat the delinquent Sandy, and the tumult below resolved itself into one mighty cheer: "Kilday, Kilday! Won the day.
Hooray!".