Nearly a week had gone by before I saw Lomax, and of course there had
been no more riding lessons. Mr Rebble had given us our impositions,
and we had taken our punishment patiently enough, for, as the smarting
and pain went off, we could not help feeling proud and satisfied. The
boys had all turned wonderfully friendly, and I was evidently a great
authority. In fact, I had completely succeeded to Burr major's throne
in the boys' estimation, while he went about the place almost alone,
Hodson being the only fellow who tried to associate with him.
As for the Doctor, he never alluded to the encounter again.
The week, then, had passed, and Mercer and I had nearly grown
respectable again, when one night, as we were going to bed, my companion
turned to me.
"I say," he whispered, "let's get up early to-morrow morning, and go and
see old Lom."