Great cheering was going on on the Green, and boys were crowding together discussing some great news.
“What is it?—Rollitt turned up?” asked the juniors.
“No; haven’t you heard? Yorke and Stratton went up to look for him on Hawk’s Pike. They didn’t find him, but they got to the top!”
“Got to the top! One of our chaps got to the top of Hawk’s Pike. Hurroo. Yell, you chaps. Bravo, Yorke! Bully for Fellsgarth!”
“I wish they’d found Rollitt, all the same,” said Fisher minor; “I’m afraid he’s gone for good.”
“Not he. Didn’t we nearly find him to-day, you young muff?” retorted Wally. “Besides, a fellow who’s gone for good wouldn’t come and buy sixpenny-worth of Abernethys at our shop in the night, would he?”
Fisher minor took what comfort he could from the assurance, and trooped in with his fellow-adventurers to call-over.