cloisters so late?"

Hamish dextrously wound him towards what little light was cast from the
graveyard, and discerned the features of Hurst. Half a dozen more
figures brought themselves out of the niches--Stephen Bywater, young
Galloway, Tod Yorke, Harrison, Hall, and Berkeley.

"Let me alone, Mr. Hamish Channing. Hush! Don't make a row."

"What mischief is going on, Hurst?" asked Hamish.

"Well, whatever it may have been, it strikes me you have stopped it,"
was Hurst's reply. "I say, wasn't there the Boundaries for you to go
through, without coming bothering into the cloisters?"

"I am sorry to have spoiled sport," laughed Hamish. "I should not have
liked it done to me when I was a college boy. Let us know what the
treason was."

"You won't tell!"

"No; if it is nothing very bad. Honour bright."

"Stop a bit, Hurst," hastily interposed Bywater. "There's no knowing
what he may think 'very bad.' Give generals, not particulars. Here the
fellow comes, I do believe!"

"It was only a trick we were going to play old Ketch," whispered Hurst.
"Come out quickly; better that he should not hear us, or it may spoil
sport for another time. Gently, boys!"