`Of course I did, ye silly man,' with a stamp of the foot. `Would you not have done as much for me if you'd seen that thing happen on my land, now?'

Forgotten--forgotten was the College and the decency due to elders! M`Turk was treading again the barren purple mountains of the rainy West coast, where in his holidays he was viceroy of four thousand naked acres, only son of a three-hundred-year-old house, lord of a crazy fishing-boat, and the idol of his father's shiftless tenantry. It was the landed man speaking to his equal--deep calling to deep--and the old gentleman acknowledged the cry.

`I apologise,' said he. `I apologise unreservedly--to you, and to the Old Country. Now, will you be good enough to tell me your story?'

`We were in your combe,' M`Turk began, and he told his tale alternately as a schoolboy, and, when the iniquity of the thing overcame him, as an indignant squire; concluding: `So you see he must be in the habit of it. I--we--one never wants to accuse a neighbour's man; but I took the liberty in this case--'

`I see. Quite so. For a reason ye had. Infamous--oh, infamous!' The two had fallen into step beside each other on the lawn, and Colonel Dabney was talking as one man to another. `This comes of promoting a fisherman--a fisherman--from his lobster-pots. It's enough to ruin the reputation of an archangel. Don't attempt to deny it. It is! Your father has brought you up well. He has. I'd much like the pleasure of his acquaintance. Very much, indeed. And these young gentlemen? English they are. Don't attempt to deny it. They came up with you, too? Extraordinary! Extraordinary, now! In the present state of education I shouldn't have thought any three boys would be well enough grounded. . . . But out of the mouths of-- No--no! Not that by any odds. Don't attempt to deny it. Ye're not! Sherry always catches me under the liver, but--beer, now? Eh? What d'you say to beer, and something to eat? It's long since I was a boy-- abominable nuisances; but exceptions prove the rule. And a vixen, too!'

They were fed on the terrace by a gray-haired housekeeper. Stalky and Beetle merely ate, but M`Turk with bright eyes continued a free and lofty discourse; and ever the old gentleman treated him as a brother.

`My dear man, of course ye can come again. Did I not say exceptions prove the rule? The lower combe? Man, dear, anywhere ye please, so long as you do not disturb my pheasants. The two are not incompatible. Don't attempt to deny it. They're not! I'll never allow another gun, though. Come and go as ye please. I'll not see you, and ye needn't see me. Ye've been well brought up. Another glass of beer, now? I tell you a fisherman he was and a fisherman he shall be to-night again. He shall! 'Wish I could drown him. I'll convoy you to the Lodge. My people are not precisely--ah--broke to boy, but they'll know you again.'

He dismissed them with many compliments by the high Lodge gate in the split-oak park palings and they stood still; even Stalky, who had played second, not to say a dumb, fiddle, regarding M`Turk as one from another world. The two glasses of strong home-brewed had brought a melancholy upon the boy, for, slowly strolling with his hands in his pockets, he crooned:--

`Oh, Paddy dear, and did ye hear the news that's goin' round?'

Under other circumstances Stalky and Beetle would have fallen upon him, for that song was barred utterly--anathema--the sin of witchcraft. But seeing what he had wrought, they danced round him in silence, waiting till it pleased him to touch earth.

The tea-bell rang when they were still half a mile from College. M`Turk shivered and came out of dreams. The glory of his holiday estate had left him. He was a Colleger of the College, speaking English once more.

`Turkey, it was immense!' said Stalky generously. `I didn't know you had it in you. You've got us a hut for the rest of the term, where we simply can't be collared. Fids! Fids! Oh, fids! I gloat! Hear me gloat!'