"What a girl's face!" cried one, as Henry recommenced his promenade, for the indicated place was far down in the school.
"I'm blest if I don't believe it is the knight of the water-barrel!" exclaimed a big boy at the first desk. "Won't Lewis take it out of him! I hope he may get off with whole bones; but I'd not bet upon it."
"Lewis had better not try it on, or you either, Forbes," quietly struck in the second senior of the school, who was writing within hearing.
"Why, do you know him, Mr. Arkell?"
"Never you mind. I intend to take care of him."
The boys were trooping through the cloisters when school was over, and met the dean. Georgina was with him. She caught sight of Henry's face, and in her impulsive fashion dashed through the throng of boys to his side.
"Papa, he's here! Papa! he is here."
The dean, in his kindly manner, shook Henry by the hand. "Be a good boy, mind," he said. "Remember, you are under me."
"I'll try, sir," replied Henry.
"Do. I shall not lose sight of you." And, with a general nod to the rest, he departed, taking his daughter's hand.