He held out a hand, lamely again, as if fearful that it would pass unnoticed. But Susanne seized it instantly. It was like Susanne, the warm-hearted Frenchman.
"Good! Very good!" he said. "We're to be friends from now, eh? I'm glad."
"So am I; it's no use being enemies," declared Bert, taking the proffered hand too.
"Rotten!" reflected Clive. "It'll be something nice to look forward to after the hols."
"Ripping!" cried Masters warmly.
And thus was the quarrel made up, much to the relief of all, and particularly of Trendall. As for the guilt of the latter, together with Rawlings, it had leaked out soon after their denouncement before the assembled school that Old B. had seen both cars at the flying meeting, and hearing of the accident had at once given information.
Home at last! The escapade which had sent Clive and his friends to Ranleigh seemed to have been forgotten. The Rector beamed on his boys.
"Wouldn't have sent you at all if I'd known that young Darrell was going to Ranleigh also," he laughed. "Of course, it meant more mischief. That young Darrell's a terrible fellow. Well, here you are, back again. Let's hope you'll have a fine holiday."
"Vote we go prospecting," said Hugh, two days later, when all were settled down. "There's that place we've gassed about so often."
"Place? Lots of places everywhere, and we do nothing but gas," grumbled Bert. "Which particular place?"