was of little moment to him, in a pecuniary point of view; indeed, a
doubt had been whispered amongst the boys, whether Mr. Huntley would
allow Harry to take advantage of it, if he did gain it, for he was a
liberal-minded and just man. Harry, of course, desired to be the
successful one, for fame's sake, just as ardently as did Channing and
Yorke.

"I'm blessed if here isn't that renowned functionary, Jack Ketch!"

The exclamation came from young Galloway. Limping in at one of the
cloister doors, came the cloister porter, a surly man of sixty, whose
temper was not improved by periodical attacks of lumbago. He and the
college boys were open enemies. The porter would have rejoiced in
denying them the cloisters altogether; and nothing had gladdened his
grim old heart like the discussion which was said to have taken place
between the dean and chapter, concerning the propriety of shutting out
the boys and their noise from the cloisters, as a playground. He bore
an unfortunate name--Ketch--and the boys, you may be very sure, did not
fail to take advantage of it, joining to it sundry embellishments, more
pointed than polite.

He came up, a ragged gig-whip in his hand, which he was fond of
smacking round the throng of boys. He had never yet ventured to touch
one of them, and perhaps it was just as well for him that he had not.

"Now, you boys! be off, with your hullabaloo! Is this a decent noise to
make around gentlefolks' doors? You don't know, may be, as Dr. Burrows
is in town."

Dr. Burrows happened to live in a house which had a door opening to the