they are handed over again to Harry Cannon for further instruction; but if the master says `You'll do,' then the chances are that some of the friends of the fellow who has passed have come up in a boat, and they say that they will take him down to the Brocas if he will steer them. The probabilities are, that he knows nothing about steering, and as little about the sides of the river he ought to keep; so, of course, he will run them into the bank once or twice, if not oftener, before they get into the real river at `Bargeman's Bridge,' and he is certain to get in the way of an eight just below Brocas Clump, from not crossing over soon enough. But you'll know all about this before long, so I needn't have told you, except that it is useful to know what you have to go through. I forgot to tell you that the bathing-place to which the fifth form go is called Athens, and of course it is a good deal better than Cuckoo Weir." Reginald thanked Anson very much for his graphic account of their bathing and boating, and he said that he should, thanks to Toby Tubb's instruction, get passed on the first passing day, that he might at once begin boating. This resolution was very much applauded, for both Power and Anson were warm advocates of boating. It was now nearly lock-up time, so they had to go back to their tutors. On their way Reginald was accosted by a number of boys, who, in pretty sharp tones, inquired his name. "Are you at a dame's house?" "No; I am in Mr Lindsay's house," he answered. "I say, are you come to school here? What's your name, then?" asked another. "What house are you in?" Reginald told him. So on it went till nearly a hundred boys had made the same inquiries, and received the same answer. Reginald was not sorry to get back to Mr Lindsay's, for he was really beginning to get tired, and be a little hungry, too, in spite of his dinner at the Christopher. Power and Anson came to his room to help him put it in order; but he had a considerable number of other visitors, mostly Fourth-Form boys, who came in to ask him his name, and to make him tell all about himself. "I knew a Warrender," said one. "Are you his cousin? He was a fellow with a hooked nose and hawk's eyes." "Warrender you mean," put in another; "Warrender who was here was a very good-looking fellow, only he squinted with one eye, and never could parse a line of Horace correctly."