And that was all there was to that. In his senior year Hugh remembered
the incident and wondered at his terror. He tried to remember why he had
been so badly frightened. He couldn't; there didn't seem to be any
reason at all.




CHAPTER VI


About a week after the opening of college, Hugh returned to Surrey Hall
one night feeling unusually virtuous and happy. He had worked
religiously at the library until it had closed at ten, and he had been
in the mood to study. His lessons for the next day were all prepared,
and prepared well. He had strolled across the moon-lit campus, buoyant
and happy. Some one was playing the organ in the dark chapel; he paused
to listen. Two students passed him, humming softly,


"Sanford, Sanford, mother of men,
Love us, guard us, hold us true...."


The dormitories were dim masses broken by rectangles of soft yellow
light. Somewhere a banjo twanged. Another student passed.

"Hello, Carver," he said pleasantly. "Nice night."