Two weeks before the annual field-day he was awarded his place on the Corinthian track team. His uneasiness was set at rest. Even though he knew that in the half-mile event Sam Morse would surely beat him, he was content.
He had had several letters in the weeks since Easter from Rupert—letters in which even the handwriting seemed to indicate the progress back toward health.
"I'm coming North pretty soon now," Rupert had written in the last of these. "Maybe I'll be allowed to make you a visit some time before the end of the term. It would be fine to see all you fellows again."
Harry had shown the letter to every one in the sixth form, and had got up a "round robin" reply to it, urging Rupert to come.
It was not difficult to secure the signatures; and indeed there was in all matters a more harmonious spirit in the school this term than there had been before. In the dissolution of the Crown the barriers that had separated factions were swept away. There had grown up a
