' You do not suppose there are such things, surely?"
"No, sir; but somehow, that night I got too frightened to think. You
will forgive them, sir, won't you?"
"Yes! There! Go and shake hands with them," said Mr. Pye, relaxing his
dignity. "It is worth something, Charley, to see you here again."
The school seemed to think so; and I wish you had heard the shout that
went up from it--the real, true, if somewhat noisy delight, that
greeted Charles. "Charley, we'll never dress up a ghost again! We'll
never frighten you in any way!" they cried, pressing affectionately
round him. "Only forgive us!"
"Why are you sitting in the senior's place, Tom?" asked Arthur.
"Because it is his own," said Harry Huntley, with a smile of
satisfaction. "Lady Augusta came in and set things right for you, and
Tom is made senior at last. Hurrah! Arthur cleared, Tom senior, Charley
back, and Gerald flogged! Hurrah!"
"Hurrah! If Pye were worth a dump, he'd give us a holiday!" echoed bold
Bywater.
CHAPTER LIX.
READY.
The glorious surprise of Charley's safety greeted Hamish on his return
home to dinner. In fact, he was just in time, having come in somewhat
before one o'clock, to witness Charley's arrival from the college
schoolroom, escorted by the whole tribe, from the first to the last.
Even Gerald Yorke made one, as did Mr. William Simms. Gerald, the smart
over, thought it best to put a light, careless face upon his
punishment, disgraceful though it was considered to be for a senior.
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