I have not much fear myself." And so the head master and his lieutenant separated.
Little dreaming of the changes in store for them, Silk and Gilks were sitting together in the study of the latter, furtively consuming cigar- ends and looking decidedly glum as they conversed together in low and mysterious and not very amicable tones.
"Think he'll do it ?" said Silk.
"He had a letter from home this morning," replied Gilks, "I know, because he sat next to me at breakfast while he was reading it." "Did you see what it said," inquired Silk, as naturally as if looking over another fellow's letters were an ordinary proceeding.
"No, but it was from his brother, and it had a post-office order in it." "It had?
that's lucky.

How much was it for ?" "I couldn't see," said Gilks.
"Where is he now ?" asked Silk, after a pause.
"I don't know.

Probably in his Holiness's study--or, no, it's library night--he'll be there." "What a nuisance that library is.

The young beggar's always pottering about there," said Silk.

"Think he'll look us up before bedtime ?" "Don't know," said Gilks.
"You'd better know," said Silk.