Roland Yorke. "Of course Bywater couldn't appear in his stall, and sing
the anthem, if he had no surplice to put on; and the master couldn't
tan him for not doing it. I know this, if it had happened while I was
in the college school, I'd just have skinned some of the fellows alive,
but what I'd have made them confess."

"Suppose you had skinned the wrong party?" cynically observed Mr.
Galloway. "You are too hasty with your tongue, Roland Yorke. My nephew,
Mark, ran in just now to tell me of the holiday being denied, and that
was the first I had heard of the affair. Mark thinks one of the seniors
was in it; not Gaunt."

Arthur Channing and Roland Yorke both looked up with a sharp, quick
gesture. Gaunt excepted, the only senior, besides their respective
brothers, was Harry Huntley.

"It is not likely, sir," said Arthur.

"A senior do it!" scoffed Roland Yorke. "What a young idiot Mark
Galloway must be, to think that!"

"Mark does not seem to think much about it on his own account," said
Mr. Galloway. "He said Bywater thought so, from some cause or other;
and has offered to bet the whole school that it will turn out to be a
senior."

"Does he, though!" cried Yorke, looking puzzled. "Bywater's a cautious
fellow with his money; he never bets at random. I say, sir, what else
did Galloway tell you?"