of quarry in the middle of them. I’ll bet he’s in there.’

‘Great Scott, man, what sort of a quarry? I like the calm way the Babe talks of sending unsuspecting friends into quarries. Deep?’

‘Not very, thank goodness. Still, if he fell down he might not be able to get up again, especially if he’d hurt himself at all. Half a second. Let me get on some boots, and I’ll come out and look. Shan’t be long.

When he came back, the three of them set out for the quarry.

‘There you are,’ cried the Babe, with an entirely improper pride in his voice, considering the circumstances. ‘What did I tell you?’ Out of the darkness in front of them came a shout. They recognized the voice at once as Jim’s.

Tony uttered a yell of encouragement, and was darting forward to the spot from which the cry had come, when the Babe stopped him. ‘Don’t do that, man,’ he said. ‘You’ll be over yourself, if you don’t look out. It’s quite close here.’

He flashed one of the lamps in front of him. The light fell on a black opening in the ground, and Jim’s voice sounded once more from the bowels of the earth, this time quite close to where they stood.

‘Jim,’ shouted Charteris, ‘where are you?’

‘Hullo,’ said the voice, ‘who’s that? You might lug me out of here.’

‘Are you hurt?’

‘Twisted my ankle.’

‘How far down are you?’

‘Not far. Ten feet, about. Can’t you get me out?’

‘Half a second,’ said the Babe, ‘I’ll go and get help. You chaps had better stay here and talk to him.’ He ran off.

‘How many of you are there up there?’ asked Jim.

‘Only Tony and myself,’ said Charteris.

‘Thought I heard somebody else.’

‘Oh, that was the Babe. He’s gone off to get help.’

‘Oh. When he comes back, wring his neck, and heave him down here,’ said Jim. ‘I want a word with him on the subject of short cuts. I say, is there much excitement about this?’

‘Rather. All the House-prefects are out after you. We’ve been looking in Parker’s Spinney, and Tony was reluctantly compelled to knock out a keeper who tried to stop us. You should have been there. It was a rag.’

‘Wish I had been. Hullo, is that the Babe come back?’

It was. The Babe, with his father and a party of friends arrayed in evening dress. They carried a ladder amongst them.

The pungent remarks Jim had intended to address to the Babe had no opportunity of active service. It was not the Babe who carried him up the ladder, but two of the dinner-party. Nor did the Babe have a hand in the carrying of the stretcher. That was done by as many of the evening-dress brigade as could get near enough. They seemed to enjoy it. One of them remarked that it reminded him of South Africa. To which another replied that it was far more like a party of policemen gathering in an ‘early drunk’ in the Marylebone Road. The procession moved on its stately way to the Babe’s father’s house, and the last Tony and Charteris saw of Jim, he was the centre of attraction, and appeared to be enjoying himself very much.

Charteris envied him, and did not mind saying so.

‘Why can’t I smash my ankle?’ he demanded indignantly of Tony.

He was nearing section five, sub-section three, of his discourse, when they reached Merevale’s gates. It was after eleven, but they felt that the news they were bringing entitled them to be a little late. Charteris brought his arguments to a premature end, and Tony rang the bell. Merevale himself opened the door to them.

[18]

IN WHICH THE AFFAIRS OF VARIOUS PERSONS ARE WOUND UP

‘Well,’ he said, ‘you’re rather late. Any luck?’

‘We’ve found him, sir,’ said Tony.

‘Really? That’s a good thing. Where was he?’

‘He’d fallen down a sort of quarry place near where MacArthur lives. MacArthur took him home with him to tea, and sent him back by a short cut, forgetting all about the quarry, and Thomson fell in and couldn’t get out again.’

‘Is he hurt?’

‘Only twisted his ankle, sir.’

‘Then where is he now?’

‘They carried him back to the house.’

‘MacArthur’s house?’

‘Yes, sir.’

‘Oh, well, I suppose he will be all right then. Graham, just go across and report to the Headmaster, will you? You’ll find him in his study.’

The Head was immensely relieved to hear Tony’s narrative. After much internal debate he had at last come to

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