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The Triple Alliance

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The fact was that Maxton, ever a reckless young villain, had discovered a hose fixed to one of the mains close to the building, and had immediately seized upon it as an instrument wherewith to wreak vengeance on his companions for having turned him out of the meeting. Words cannot describe the uproar and confusion which followed. As one man the whole assembly made for the door, but only to find it fastened on the outside. The water flew all over the small building, drenching every one in turn. Some howled, some laughed, and only Bibbs had sufficient presence of mind to creep under the sink, which afforded a certain amount of shelter from the falling flood. The deluge ceased as suddenly as it had begun, and an instant later the door was flung open, and the figure of a Sixth Form boy was seen barring the exit. "Now, then," he demanded, "what are you youngsters making this awful row for? I've a jolly good mind to take all your names." There was a moment's silence. Then Fletcher's voice was heard exclaiming,-- "Oh! it's only old 'Thirsty;' he's all right." "Here, not so fast," answered the prefect, blocking up the doorway as some boys tried to escape; "what are you chaps doing in here? I thought you'd been told to keep out." The originator of the meeting pushed his way through the crowd, and taking hold of the big fellow's arm in a familiar manner, said,-- "Oh, it's all right, 'Thirsty,' old chap. We just came inside, and some one squirted water all over us, and that's why we shouted. But we won't do it again." "Oh, but it isn't all right," returned the other. "If I find any of you in here again, I'll help you out with the toe of my boot. Go on! I'll let you off this once." The crowd rushed forth and quickly dispersed. "That Thurston seems an awful decent chap," said Diggory; "I didn't think he'd let us off so easily." "He's all right as long as you don't cross him," answered Carton. "He used to be pretty strict, but he doesn't seem to care now what fellows do. He's very thick with Fletcher's brother--that's one reason why he didn't do anything just now; but I can tell you he's a nasty chap to deal with when he's in a wax." The prefect locked the empty building, and turning on his heel caught sight of our three friends, who were standing close by waiting for "Rats." "Hullo, you new kids! what are you called?" The usual answer was given, and Thurston passed on, little thinking what good cause he would have before the end of the year for remembering the names of the trio, and altogether unaware of the prominent part which the Triple Alliance was destined to play in his own private affairs as well as in the fortunes of Ronleigh College. CHAPTER IX. A HOLIDAY ADVENTURE. The weeks slipped away, and the Triple Alliance soon got over their new-boy trials, and began to enjoy all the rights and privileges of Ronleigh College boys. They wrote letters to Miss Eleanor and to their former schoolfellows, and received in reply the latest news from The Birches. "The Philistines are quite friendly now," wrote Acton. "We had a match against them last week on their ground, and they gave us tea after. It's awfully slow; I almost wish that chap Noaks was back." "So do I," added Diggory, as he finished the sentence; "we could very well spare him." "Oh, he's all right," answered Jack Vance; "that row's blown over now. As long as we leave him alone he won't interfere with us." "Won't he!" returned the other; "you take my word for it, he hasn't forgotten what you said about his father, and he's only waiting for a chance to pay us out. Whenever I go near him he looks as black as ink." It was customary at Ronleigh to have what was called a half-term holiday. This was usually given on a Monday, to enable those boys who lived within a short distance of the school to spend the week end at home; while, in the winter or spring terms, the boarders who remained at the school usually devoted the greater portion of the day to a paper-chase. "I shall go home," said Jack Vance to his two chums; "Todderton's only about half an hour's ride from here on the railway. And, I say, I've got a grand idea: I'm going to write and get my mater to invite you fellows to come too! It would be jolly to have a meeting there of the Triple Alliance, and I'm sure old Denson would let you go if we came back on Monday night." Both Mugford and Diggory were charmed with the idea. "But d'you really think your mater would have us?" they asked. "Of course she will, if I ask her," answered Jack, and straightway sat down to write the letter. By Wednesday evening everything, including the formal invitation and the doctors permission to accept the same, had been obtained, and for the two following days the Triple Alliance could talk or think of little else besides their projected excursion. At length Saturday came, and as soon as morning school was over they rushed upstairs to change into their best clothes; and having crammed their night-shirts, brushes and combs, etc., into a hand-bag, hurried off to the railway station, in order that they might, as Jack put it, "be home in time for dinner." Just as they were getting into the train, who should come out of the booking-office but young Noaks. "Hullo!" said Jack. "He must be going home too; I hope he won't come in here." The new-comer, however, had no intention of making another attempt to force his society on the Triple Alliance; he passed them with a surly nod, and entered a compartment at the other end of the train. Jack Vance lived in the suburbs of Todderton, about twenty minutes' walk from the railway; but for all that he managed to carry out his intention of being home in time for dinner; and the three boys, after receiving a hearty welcome, were soon seated down to a repast which came very acceptable after seven weeks of school fare. "Jack," said Mr. Vance, "you know that house that was to let just on the other side of The Hermitage? Who d'you think's taken it?" "I don't know, father." "Why, that man Simpson, the uncle of your friend what's-his-name." "He isn't my friend," answered Jack. "You mean Noaks. Fancy his coming to live so near to us as that! We saw him in the train just now. He's here for the holiday." "I ought to tell you," continued Mr. Vance, turning to Diggory, "that

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