"Well, then they must be a good many miles from Ashton—and I am glad of it."
"Speaking of Flockley puts me in mind of one thing—I mustn't forget to pay for that hat I smashed," said Tom.
"Better see him to-night and settle up," said Dick. "And I'll go with you. I want to speak to Flockley," he added, thoughtfully.
When the boys returned to the college they found their classmates just finishing supper. Professor Blackie looked at them rather severely, but Sam explained that they had permission from the Head to be late, so nothing was said further.
From one of the other students Dick and Sam learned that Flockley had gone for a walk behind the gymnasium, where a path led to the river. As soon as they had finished eating Tom got some money, and he and his brother set off to find the dudish student.
"There he is!" cried Dick, after quite a long walk, and he pointed to Dudd Flockley, seated on a rustic bench, smoking a cigarette. The student was alone, and looked to be in a thoughtful mood.
"Flockley, I want to settle with you for that hat," said Tom, as he came up. "And let me tell you honestly that I am sorry I mashed it."
"I think you did it on purpose," grumbled the dudish student. "You Rovers think you can do
