"Just in time, and that's all, captain," said the engineer as he brought the launch about. "Better reach for the chap in the water first." "No," Shag managed to say, "take the kiddie; he's slipping off. I'm good for a minute longer." So they lifted Freddy into the launch, then poor unconscious Hal, and lastly Shag, exhausted but gritty and game to the last. Hal had been in his own bed for two hours before he spoke, and the first word he said was "Freddy?" "Freddy's here," trembled Professor Warwick, "here safe and sound, and you're safe, too." "I dreamt I heard Shag call, call that he was coming to me," said Hal feebly. "It was no dream, Hal," answered the Professor; "he did call and went to you, saved you, swam out like the prince he is--saved you, Hal, saved you!" Hal started up, his eyes wild with fear. "Where is he? Where's Shag?" he demanded. "Here, Hal," said the Indian from the opposite side of the room. Hal stretched out his hand; Shag walked very shakily across and clasped it within his own. "If you hadn't been here, Shag, I could never have looked dad and mother in the face again," he sighed. "But I am here," smiled Shag, "and, what is better, you're here and Freddy, too." "Yes, but I know the reason that I'm here is that you somehow pulled me out," said Hal. "I had an idea once that Shorty might come, he swims so well; but you came, Shag!" Then he fell asleep; but Shag did not remove his hand, although the boy slept for hours. * * * * * * * * Not long after this college opened for the autumn term, and Professor Warwick and his charges were well settled in residence before the old gentleman was obliged to acknowledge that Hal seemed unable to throw off the shock of the accident, or the chill that seemed to cling to him in spite of all care; but he tucked in bravely at his studies, and only the Professor knew that the boy was not his own self. But a great event was now absorbing the attention of all the faculty and students. His Excellency Lord Mortimer was to visit the city, and had expressed his wish to spend an hour or two at this famous college for boys, so with much delight at the compliment paid, the entire school began to make preparations. A handsome address was prepared, and a programme of sports--for the Governor dearly loved athletic boys. In fact gossip at the capital frequently stated that His Lordship would rather witness a good lacrosse match than eat a good dinner. Such a thing as voting as to who should represent the school and read the address was never even thought of. Hal Bennington was the head boy of the whole college, he was the most popular, the best beloved, he had not an enemy in all the scores of boys within its gates, so of course it was a foregone conclusion.