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THE DABBLERS

Atkinson's study soon after eight to borrow an umbrella, for it was raining hard.
" 'By the by," he said, "to-night's the night the Dabblers are due to appear. What about it?"
`I told him that if he imagined that I was going to spend the hours between then and midnight in patrolling the school precincts in the rain, he was greatly mistaken.
" 'That's not my idea at all," he said. "We won't set foot out of doors. I'll light the fire; I can manage a mixed grill of sorts on the gas ring and there are a couple of bottles of beer in the cupboard. If we hear the Dabblers we'll quietly go the round of the dormitories and see if any one is missing. If they are, we can await their return."
`The long and short of it was that I fell in with his proposal. I had a lot of essays to correct on the Peasants' Revolt-fancy kids of thirteen and fourteen being expected to write essays on anything-and I could go through them just as well by Atkinson's fire as in my own cheerless little sitting-room.
`It's wonderful how welcome a fire can be in a sodden June. We forgot our lost summer as we sat beside it smoking, warming our memories in the glow from the embers.
" `Well," said Atkinson at last, "it's close on twelve. If the Dabblers are going to start, they are due about now." He got up from his chair and drew aside the curtains.
" `Listen!" he said. Across the playground, from the direction of the playing-fields, came the sound of singing. The music-if it could be called such-lacked melody and rhythm and was broken by pauses; it was veiled, too, by the drip, drip of the rain and the splashing of water from the gutter spouts. For one moment I thought I saw lights moving, but my eyes must have been deceived by reflections on the window pane.
" `We'll see if any of our birds have flown," said Atkinson. He picked up an electric torch and we went the rounds of the dormitories. Everything was as it should be. The beds were all occupied, the boys all seemed to be asleep. It was a quarterpast twelve by the time we got back to Atkinson's room. The

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