—Halt!
He turned and saw three boys of his own class coming towards him in the dusk. It was Heron who had called out and, as he marched forward between his two attendants, he cleft the air before him with a thin cane, in time to their steps. Boland, his friend,marched beside him, a large grin on his face, while Nash came on a few steps behind, blowing from the pace and wagging his great red head.