among the small fry at Horace House, The Upper Fourth voted him a
"bounder," and nicknamed him "Moke." After morning school he repeated
his attempt to ally himself with his former foes, but the result was
decidedly unsatisfactory.

Down in the box-room, a good-sized apartment boarded off from the
gymnasium, Jack Vance was serving out a ration of plum-cake to a select
party, consisting of his two chums and Carton, when the ex-Philistine
strolled up and joined himself to the group.

"Hullo!" he said, "are you chaps having a feed? D'you remember that
pork-pie we bagged from one of your kids at Chatford? Ha, ha! it was a
lark."

"I don't see it's much of a lark to bag what doesn't belong to you,"
muttered Diggory.

"What's that you say?"

"Nothing for you to hear," returned the other. "I don't know if you're
waiting about here to get some cake, but I'm sure I never invited you to
come."

"Look here, don't be cheeky," answered Noaks. "If you think I want to
make friends with a lot of impudent young monkeys like you, all I can
say is you're jolly well mistaken," and so saying he turned on his heel
and walked away.

"I say, Trevanock," said Carton, two days later, "that fellow Noaks has
found a friend at last: he's picked up with Mouler. They'll make a nice