Talbot Baines Reed,
Reginald Cruden
“ Like an old war horse, Reginald gazed through the palings and snorted as the cry of battle rose in the air.“Hack it through, sir!” “Well run!” “Collar him there!”As he heard those old familiar cries it seemed to him as if the old life had come back to him with a sudden rush. He was no longer a poor baited secretary, but a joyous school-boy, head of his form, lord and master of half a dozen fags, and a caution and example to the whole junior school. He had chums by the score; his study was always crowded with fellows wanting him to do this or help them in that. How jolly to be popular! ”
