"All right, Starford. You must go before the next prefects' council, all three of you. This'll mean a licking I'm afraid, but you'll have an appeal to the Doctor. You can give me away then if you think it'll do yourselves any good, but I believe you know Nick better than that." He was right, except that the headmaster took the matter out of the prefectorial hands and soundly flogged the culprits himself. But no word did these utter with regard to any delinquency on the part of him who was instrumental in bringing them to justice. Meanwhile the Zulu boy, Anthony, otherwise Mpukuza, was not finding life at Saint Kirwin's exactly a bed of roses, the more so that Jarnley and a few other choice spirits were making it their especial business that he should not. Deprived of the protection of his first and accidental defender, he was very much at their mercy. Haviland was gated, and would so remain for some days to come, and so long as they could catch their victim outside, this rough element promised itself plenty of fun. There was no fear of the victim himself giving it away, for although complaining to a prefect was immeasurably less heinous than complaining to a master, still it was not held justifiable except in very extreme cases. "Come down and have a bathe with us, Snowball," cried Jarnley, catching sight of his intended victim, while proceeding with a group of his followers to one of the school bathing-places. "Can you swim, Cetchy?" cried another of the group--that being the Zulu boy's nickname as the nearest they could get to Cetywayo. "Swim--eh? Well, I dunno." "Come along then, and we'll teach you," and grins of malignant delight went round the group. They anticipated no end of fun. They were going to duck this somewhat unusual specimen until they nearly drowned him. Jarnley, in particular, was radiant. Mpukuza grinned too. There was no escape. They had hedged him about too completely for that. He might as well accept the situation good-humouredly. And--he did. About half a mile from the school buildings there flowed an insignificant sluggish river, opening here and there into broad deep pools. One of these, screened off, and fitted with a diving board, constituted the bathing-place of those who had passed a certain swimming test, and thus were entitled to disport themselves aquatically when they listed. It was not a good bathing-place, far from it, for the bottom was coated thickly with slimy mud. Still, it was the best obtainable under the circumstances. Jarnley and Co. unvested in a trice, nor did their intended victim take any longer.