DURKIN SHEDS LIGHT Steve felt frightfully lonely that evening.

He wanted so much to talk over his good fortune with Tom.

But Tom, very grave of countenance, sat in frozen silence across the table and never so much as glanced his way.
Had he done so he might have caught one of the wistful looks bent upon him and, perhaps, relented.

Not being able to discuss the amazing thing which had happened to him, detracted at least half the pleasure, Steve sadly reflected.

Of course Tom knew of it, for Steve had sat at the 'varsity training table at supper-time and he could still hear in imagination the buzz of interest that had filled the hall when, somewhat consciously skirting the second team table, he had walked to the corner and sank into a seat between Fowler and Churchill.