Channing, you know you are nothing else."
"I may be something else in time," quietly replied Arthur, who knew how
to control his rebellious spirit.
"I say, what a rum go it is about that surplice!" exclaimed Roland
Yorke, dashing into another topic. "It's not exactly the mischief
itself that's rum, but the master seem to be making so much stir and
mystery over it! And then the hint at the seniors! They must mean
Huntley."
"I don't know who they _mean_," said Arthur, "but I am sure Huntley
never did it. He is too open, too honourable--"
"And do you pretend to say that Tom Channing and my brother Ger are not
honourable?" fiercely interrupted Roland Yorke.
"There you go, Yorke; jumping to conclusions! It is not to be credited
that any one of the seniors did it: still less, if they had done it,
that they would not acknowledge it. They are all boys of truth and
honour, so far as I believe. Huntley, I am sure, is."
"And of Tom, also, I conclude you feel sure?"
"Yes, I do."
"And I am sure of Ger Yorke. So, if the master is directing his
suspicion to the seniors, he'll get floored. It's odd what can have
turned it upon them."
"I don't think the master suspects the seniors," said Arthur. "He
called them to his aid."
"You heard what he just now said to Galloway. Jenkins, there is a knock
at the door."
Jenkins went to open it. He came back, and said Mr. Yorke was wanted.
Roland lazily proceeded to the outer passage, and, when he saw who was
standing there, he put himself into a passion.
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