“Reader,” replied my master.

“Reader! Are you the fellow who’s in for the Wigram Scholarship?” cried Jim, in astonishment.

“Yes,” replied George; “how did you know?”

“Only that some of the fellows are backing you for winner.”

George laughed. “They’ll be disappointed,” he said.

“I hope not,” said Jim, “for if you get it you’ll be free of the college, and get into rather better quarters than the ‘Mouse-trap.’ But look here, Reader, do come to my rooms, there’s a good fellow; if you don’t want any friends, don’t prevent my having one.”

This was irresistible, and George had nothing for it but to yield, and with many misgivings to accompany his new friend.


Chapter Twenty Two.