than before and upbraided him sharply for keeping us all waiting. That did have some effect. He started and seemed to wake up, and then very quickly he scribbled about a couple of lines on his paper, and showed it up with the rest. As it was the last, or nearly the last, to come in, and as Sampson had a good deal to say to the boys who had written meminiscimus patri meo and the rest of it, it turned out that the clock struck twelve before he had got to McLeod, and McLeod had to wait afterwards to have his sentence corrected. There was nothing much going on outside when I got out, so I waited for him to come. He came very slowly when he did arrive, and I guessed there had been some sort of trouble. ‘Well,’ I said, ‘what did you get?’ ‘Oh, I don't know,’ said McLeod, 'nothing much: but I think Sampson's rather sick with me. ‘Why, did you show him up some rot?’ ‘No fear,’ he said. ‘It was all right as far as I could see it was like this: Memento—that's right enough for remember, and it takes a genitive,―memento putei inter quatuor taxos.’
