you will miss us," said the master. "You are the Nestor of the School now, are you not?"
"Yes, ever since East left," answered Tom, "By the bye, have you heard from him?"
"Yes, I had a letter in February, just before he started for India to join his regiment."
"He will make a capital officer."
"Ay, won't he!" said Tom, brightening; "no fellow could handle boys better, and I suppose soldiers are very like boys. And he'll never tell them to go where he won't go himself. No mistake about that—a braver fellow never walked."
"His year in the sixth will have taught him a good deal that will be useful to him now."
"So it will," said Tom, staring into the fire. "Poor dear Harry," he went on," how well I remember the day we were put out of the twenty. How he rose to the situation, and burnt his cigar-cases, and gave away his pistols, and pondered on the constitutional authority of the sixth, and his new duties to the Doctor, and the fifth form, and the fags. Ay, and no fellow ever acted up to them better, though he was always a people's man—for the fags, and against constituted authorities. He couldn't help that, you know. I'm sure the Doctor must have liked him?" said Tom, looking up inquiringly.
"The Doctor sees the good in every one, and appreciates it," said the master, dogmatically; "but I hope East will get a good colonel. He won't do if he can't respect those above him. How long it took him, even here, to learn the lesson of obeying."
"Well, I wish I were alongside of him," said Tom. "If I can't be at Rugby, I want to be at work in
