"It feels light—or heavy. I hardly know which. It does not feel as usual. I shall get up presently."
"All right. Put on this when you do," said Mr. St. John, handing him the watch. "And put up this in your treasure place, wherever that may be," he added, laying the gold medal beside it.
"Oh, Mr. St. John! You have——"
"I shall have some sport to-day. I have wormed it all out of Rutterley; and he tells me who was down there and on what errand. Ah, ah, Mr. Aultane! so you peached to the dean. Wait until your turn comes."
"I wonder Rutterley told you anything," said Henry, very much surprised.
"He knew me, and the name of St. John bears weight in Westerbury," smiled he who owned it. "Harry, mind! you must not attempt to go into school to-day."
"It is the judges' holiday."
"The judges have refused it, and the boys have sneaked back like so many dogs with their tails scorched."
"Refused it! Refused the holiday!" interrupted Henry. Such a thing had never been heard of in his memory.
"They have refused it. Something must be wrong with the boys, but I am not at the bottom of the mischief yet. Don't you attempt to go near school or college, Harry: it might play tricks with your head. And now I'm going home to breakfast."