The King of the School, or, Who will Win? — page 60: what you’re looking at

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o4 THE KING OF THE SCHOOL; OR, WHO WILL WIN ? am extremely anxious to know what he is and his name. “ There is to be a little boat-race to- morrow. If you would like to see it, be in the field about four o’clock. J shall be very pleased to see you. “Yours, ‘very sincerely, ‘FRANK EGERTON.” Having sent this epistle to the post, Frank retired to rest, and dreamt that his uncle was turned into a boat, in which he (the King of the School) was rowing Kate Conway to an uninhabited island, where they meant to live for the rest of their lives, ee na) CHAPTER XV, THE BOAT-RACE. As soon as Frank knew that the doctor was in his study the next morning, he wrote another letter, in which he en- closed that which he had received from the inspector of the Ballsbury police, testifying to the respectability of the Conway household. Half an hour afterwards Egerton, Fitzgerald, and the Earl of Pembridge were summoned to the doctor’s presence. Frank told his companions what he had done, and much speculation took place as the result. “IT have sent for you,” said the doctor, “to inform you that I have now no ob- jection to your visiting a house which, some time ago, I forbade you to enter. The police say it is a respectable place, so I presume I have been made the dupe of some anonymous individual who has a spite against one of you.” “Thank you, sir, for your kindness,” said the three boys, who were then about to leave the study. “Qne moment. You are all three of good family, and you are at the same time young and impulsive. As I hear there are some young girls there—good girls, no doubt, but in a very humble station in life, it is my duty to warn you against any foolish love-making !” “There is not much danger of my falling in love with them, sir,” said Charlie Fitzgerald. ‘© T will remember what you say, sir,” observed the earl. Frank Egerton said nothing, but, with a low bow to the doctor, walked out of the room. I shall go down there as soon as the boat-race is over,” said the Earl of Pembridge, as they walked together towards the school-room, “So shall I, unless I see Kate in the meadow |” “That was a bold plan of yours to write to the police |” “ Perfectly successful though.” “Yes,” “Upper fifth for mathematics,” shouted a loud voice; and as our three friends happened to belong to that form, they walked off to the apartment in which Professor Moeritz lectured on angles, co-sines, tangents, and all kinds of mathematical abominations. Frank Egerton had by this time re- gained his position as head of his form. On this particular morning he ex- perienced a severe attack in the mathe- matical class from Baynes, who had evidently been reading hard for the occasion. At the conclusion of the lesson, Pro- fessor Moeritz gravely shook his head, and pronounced them equal, awarding both the same number of marks, Baynes walked away to his friend EO DOO EO mn