Noreen had plenty of sense when she chose to use it; she nodded, and the two slithered down the rough brickwork, and dived around to the farther side so as to face that furious wind driving from the sea. They clambered up the bank, and Noreen, who reached the top first, crouched gasping and laughing, with her hat crushed under her arm, and her hair blowing wildly. "Oh, I shall be blown clean off," she shouted down to her friend. "Come and help me hold on, Gabby; or give me Maddy's glasses." Gabrielle, who was wrestling with her hat, had no hand free, and Noreen leant down and snatched the glasses from her. "Yes, there's a car," she proclaimed. "Can't see what it is, or how many people in; but it seems to be doing a sprint all right. Bother that cyclist in front--he gets in the way." "The car will catch him up directly though," said Gabrielle. "It's a motor-cycle, stupid! My word! They're coming some pace." "Which, the car people?" "Both. Come up and look. Your turn with the glasses. I'll have just one more squint through them. My Sunday hat, and...." "What is it?" demanded Gabrielle, scrambling up in a hurry, for Noreen had broken off short in her favourite ejaculation, as though she were almost too surprised to speak. "Isn't it Joey in the car?" "Who do you think it is on the motor-cycle, and scorching fit to bust?" demanded Noreen in a thrilling whisper. "Why, our old Stinks Professor, no less." She suddenly dived down from her position on the high-bricked bank, and dropped below, pulling Gabrielle with her, and nearly landing on terra firma with a great bump, in her haste. "He won't have seen us; _he_ hasn't got glasses. Let's hide and perk up like jacks in the box just as he goes by. He'll have the surprise of his life--and he ought to be pleased to see two of his promising pupils." "You won't call out or anything to give him a jump, will you?" asked Gabrielle anxiously. She knew Noreen. "Am I a juggins? He'd probably jump out of his skin and break his precious neck," Noreen said. "I only want to say a suitable good-bye to one who never bothered to say it to any of us, I noticed." Her eyes brimming over with mischief, she caught Gabrielle's hand and dragged her round to the angle of the reservoir, still keeping the side farthest from the sea. "Now let's shin up this--more rest for our toes at the corner," she said; "then we can put our heads over the top, and, speaking with extraordinary politeness--oh, it's all right, Gabby--mention that the brainiest and the stupidest girl in Remove II. are desirous to bid him a fond farewell. What's the harm of that?" "We shall miss Joey," objected Gabrielle. "I don't mean to do that for any Professor." Noreen, who was scrambling up the angle of the reservoir, kicking vigorously to find a foot-hold, managed to rear her head enough to look over the top for a second. "Nor do I, as it happens, but we shan't," she stated. "If it's a race, the Professor means to win, hands down."