You see I was right--that it was best for one of us to go in without
our boots, and to wait. If half a dozen had gone, we should never have
got away unheard."

"_I_ pretty nearly burst when I saw the bishop come out, instead of
Ketch," cried Tod Yorke. "Burst with fright."

"So did a few more of us," said Galloway. "I say, will there be a row?"

"Goodness knows! He is a kind old chap is the bishop. Better for it to
have been him than the dean."

"What was it Ketch said, about Jenkins seeing a glowworm?"

"Oh!" shrieked Bywater, holding his sides, "that was the best of all! I
had taken a lucifer out of my pocket, playing with it, while they went
round to the south gate, and it suddenly struck fire. I threw it over
to the burial-ground: and that soft Jenkins took it for a glowworm."

"It's a stunning go!" emphatically concluded Mr. Tod Yorke. "The best
we have had this half, yet."

"Hush--sh--sh--sh!" whispered the boys under their breath. "There goes
the master."





CHAPTER XIII.