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2 four. It had been a half holiday; they had been playing hard all the afternoon, except for this one study hour, and were tired.

Harry Harding and Rupert Ormsby were the last to leave the study building and stroll toward the Upper School. Harry's movements were especially indolent. "What's your hurry, Rupe?" he said. "We have plenty of time."

"Yes," said the bigger boy, as he slackened his pace. "I suppose I won't get supper any sooner for hurrying, but I'm awfully hungry."

"That's what comes of being such an all-round athlete," Harry rejoined, and then he added wistfully, " Do you think I'll ever be able to do anything in athletics, Rupe?"

"Oh, I should n't wonder. You showed up pretty well in the football practice to-day. If you were n't so light. But you can run—and I guess you have plenty of sand." He smiled at Harry cheerfully, but Harry seemed to be in gloom.

"When you're in the sixth form," he said, "and sort of prominent because you once had