ButtheoldMadmanhasn’t，andgetscalledup，andmakessomefrightfulshots，losingabouttenplaces，andallbutgettingfloored。ThissomewhatappeasesTom’swrath，andbytheendofthelessonhehasregainedhistemper。Andafterwardsintheirstudyhebeginstogetrightagain，ashewatchesArthur’sintensejoyatseeingMartinblowingtheeggsandgluingthemcarefullyontobitsofcardboard，andnotestheanxious，lovinglookswhichthelittlefellowcastssidelongathim。Andthenhethinks，“Whatanill-temperedbeastIam！Here’sjustwhatI
waswishingforlastnightcomeabout，andI’mspoilingitall，“
andinanotherfiveminuteshasswallowedthelastmouthfulofhisbile，andisrepaidbyseeinghislittlesensitiveplantexpandagainandsunitselfinhissmiles。
AfterdinnertheMadmanisbusywiththepreparationsfortheirexpedition，fittingnewstrapsontohisclimbing-irons，fillinglargepill-boxeswithcotton-wool，andsharpeningEast’ssmallaxe。Theycarryalltheirmunitionsintocalling-oversanddirectlyafterwards，havingdodgedsuchprepostorsasareonthelookoutforfagsatcricket，thefoursetoffatasmarttrotdowntheLawfordfootpath，straightforCaldecott’sSpinneyandthehawk’snest。
Martinleadsthewayinhighfeather；itisquiteanewsensationtohim，gettingcompanions，andhefindsitverypleasant，andmeanstoshowthemallmannerofproofsofhisscienceandskill。BrownandEastmaybebetteratcricketandfootballandgames，thinkshe，butoutinthefieldsandwoodsseeifIcan’tteachthemsomething。Hehastakentheleadershipalready，andstridesawayinfrontwithhisclimbing-