off his clothes. His face seemed to Harry unnaturally white.
"I've had a headache all day," Rupert said, "and running jolted it up a good deal. I guess a shower-bath may wash it out."
But he did not feel or look any better after he was dressed.
"I've had headaches before," he said to Harry, as they left the gymnasium together. "But this one's a corker."
He went to his room and tried to study his Greek lesson, but the harsh letters of the Iliad grew blurred and blinding before his aching eyes. Soon he put the book down, and lay with his eyes closed.
The school-bell rang, announcing the last recitation hour of the day; and Rupert rose, took his book, and went to the study building. He was called on almost at the beginning of the hour to translate. He tried to stumble through the lines, but after a moment he looked up at the master and said, "I'm not prepared, sir."
Mr. Allen glanced at him in surprise, and
