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"I say, you don't think it's too risky, do you? I mean, you always arebreaking out at night, aren't you? I don't want to get you into arow.""Oh, that's all right," said Wyatt. "Don't you worry about me. Ishould have gone out anyhow to-night." Chapter 23 A Surpris For Mr. Appleby "You may not know it," said Wyatt to Mike in the dormitory that night,"but this is the maddest, merriest day of all the glad New Year."Mike could not help thinking that for himself it was the very reverse,but he did not state his view of the case. 　　"What's up?" he asked. 　　"Neville-Smith's giving a meal at his place in honour of his gettinghis first. I understand the preparations are on a scale of the utmostmagnificence. No expense has been spared. Ginger-beer will flow likewater. The oldest cask of lemonade has been broached; and a sardine isroasting whole in the market-place.""Are you going?""If I can tear myself away from your delightful society. The kick-offis fixed for eleven sharp. I am to stand underneath his window andheave bricks till something happens. I don't know if he keeps a dog. 　　If so, I shall probably get bitten to the bone.""When are you going to start?""About five minutes after Wain has been round the dormitories to seethat all's well. That ought to be somewhere about half-past ten.""Don't go getting caught.""I shall do my little best not to be. Rather tricky work, though,getting back. I've got to climb two garden walls, and I shall probablybe so full of Malvoisie that you'll be able to hear it swishing aboutinside me. No catch steeple-chasing if you're like that. They've nothought for people's convenience here. Now at Bradford they've gotstudies on the ground floor, the windows looking out over theboundless prairie. No climbing or steeple-chasing needed at all. Allyou have to do is to open the window and step out. Still, we must makethe best of things. Push us over a pinch of that tooth-powder ofyours. I've used all mine."Wyatt very seldom penetrated further than his own garden on theoccasions when he roamed abroad at night. For cat-shooting the Wainspinneys were unsurpassed. There was one particular dustbin where onemight be certain of flushing a covey any night; and the wall by thepotting-shed was a feline club-house.