far.'     

       'How far?'     

       'Three miles.'     

       'The porter said four.'     

       'It may be four. I never measured it.'     

       'Well, how the dickens do you think I'm going to walk four miles with luggage? I wish you wouldn't rot.'     

       And before Gethryn could quite realize that he, the head of Leicester's, the second-best bowler in the School, and the best centre three-quarter the School had had for four seasons, had been requested in a peremptory manner by a youth of fourteen, a mere kid, not to rot, the offender was talking to a cabman out of the reach of retaliation. Gethryn became more convinced every minute that this was no ordinary kid.     

       'This man says,' observed Farnie, returning to Gethryn, 'that he'll drive me up to the College for seven bob. As it's a short four miles, and I've only got two boxes, it seems to me that he's doing himself fairly well. What do you think?'     

       'Nobody ever gives more than four bob,' said Gethryn.     

       'I told you so,' said Farnie to the cabman. 'You are a bally swindler,' he added admiringly.     

       'Look 'ere,' began the cabman, in a pained voice.     

       'Oh, dry up,' said Farnie. 'Want a lift, Gethryn?'     

       The words were spoken not so much as from equal to equal as in a tone of airy patronage which made the Bishop's blood boil. But as he intended to instil a few words of wisdom into his uncle's mind, he did not refuse the offer.     

       The cabman, apparently accepting the situation as one of those slings and arrows of outrageous fortune which no man can hope to escape, settled down on the box, clicked up his horse, and drove on towards the College.     

       'What sort 

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