"You old caution, I couldn't have believed it of you!"
"You didn't know him as well as I did."
"I'm proud to know him now, though. Shake hands across the 'tish."
"Thank goodness you're back!"
"But how did you get back?"
"Same way I got out," muttered Jan at last. "Are you all three awake."
"All but young Eaton. Eaton!"
No answer from the new boy's corner.
"He's a pretty cool hand"—from Bingley.
"But he's taken his dying oath not to tell a soul"—from Chips.
"He won't have to keep it long, then." Jan was creeping into bed.
"Why not?"
"I've gone and got cobbed."
"You haven't!"
"I'm afraid so."
"Oh, Tiger!"
"But you're back, man?"
"I was seen first. I'm certain I was. It's no use talking about it now; you'll all know soon enough. I've been a fool. I deserve all I'm bound to get."
"I was worse!" gasped Bingley over the partition. "I dared you to do what I wouldn't've done myself for a hundred pounds. But I never thought you would, either. I thought you were only hustling. I swear I did, Tiger!"
Bingley was in real distress. Chips combined sore anxiety with a curiosity which Jan might have gratified but for Dudley Relton's parting piece of advice. It occurred to Jan that Relton might have been thinking of himself over that injunction; he might not wish it to be
