"Because I thought you and father were safe. You might both have known
better than to speak of it out of doors. There is sure to be a
commotion over it."

"Miserable beer! Brewed out of ditch-water!"

"Young Mr. Huntley came to me to-day, to know the rights and the wrongs
of it--as he said," continued Joseph. "He spoke to Mr. Galloway about
it afterwards--though I must say he was kind enough not to bring in my
name; only said, in a general way, that he had 'heard' it. He is an
honourable young gentleman, is that Huntley. He vows the report shall
be conveyed to the dean."

"Serve 'em right!" snapped the porter. "If the dean does his duty,
he'll order a general flogging for the school, all round. It'll do 'em
good."

"Galloway did not say much--except that he knew what he should do, were
he Huntley's or Channing's father. Which I took to mean that, in his
opinion, there ought to be an inquiry instituted."

"And you know there ought," said Mr. Ketch.

"_I_ know! I'm sure I don't know," was the mild answer. "It is not my
place to reflect upon my superiors, Mr. Ketch--to say they should do
this, or they should do that. I like to reverence them, and to keep a
civil tongue in my head."

"Which is what you don't do. If I knowed who brewed this beer I'd enter