words to himself--that you were quite alone when you did it; that no
eye was watching. But let me remind you that the eye of God was upon
you. What you refuse to tell, He can bring to light, if it shall so
please Him, in His own wonderful way, His own good time. There will be
no holiday to-day. Prayers."

The boys fell into their places, and stood with hanging heads,
something like rebellion working in every breast. At breakfast-time
they were dismissed, and gathered in the cloisters to give vent to
their sentiments.

"Isn't it a stunning shame?" cried hot Tom Channing. "The school ought
not to suffer for the fault of one boy. The master has no right--"

"The fault lies in the boy, not in the master," interrupted Gaunt. "A
sneak! a coward! If he has a spark of manly honour in him, he'll speak
up now."

"As it has come to this, I say Charley Channing should be made to
declare what he knows," said one. "He saw it done!"

"Who says he did?" quickly asked Tom Channing.

"Some one said so; and that he was afraid to tell."

Gaunt lifted his finger, and made a sign to Charles to approach. "Now,
boy"--as the latter obeyed--"you will answer _me_, remember. The master
has called the seniors to his aid, and I order you to speak. Did you
see this mischief done?"