to Williams that he is going to die, or something of that sort, and
it's necessary he should be off on the spree, to get himself well
again. Old Jupp came this morning, just as college was over, and said
it: and Williams is in the jolliest rage; going to be left without any
one to take the organ. It will just pay him out, for being such a
tyrant to us choristers."

"Perhaps I am going to take it," returned Arthur.

"You?--what a cram!"

"It is not, indeed," said Arthur. "I shall take it if I can get leave
from Mr. Galloway. Williams has just asked me."

"Is that true, Arthur?" burst forth Tom Channing, elbowing his way to
the front.

"Now, Tom, should I say it if it were not true? I only hope Mr.
Galloway will throw no difficulty in my way."

"And do you mean to say that you are going to be cock over us
choristers?" asked Bywater.

"No, thank you," laughed Arthur. "Mr. Williams will best fill that
honour. Bywater, has the mystery of the inked surplice come to light?"

"No, and be shot to it! The master's in a regular way over it, though,
and--"

"And what do you think?" eagerly interrupted Tod Yorke, whose face was