Psmith Series. P. G. Wodehouse
said I stuck on side.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know.”
“I mean, did he buttonhole you on your way to school, and say, ‘Jackson, a word in your ear.; You stick on side.’; Or did he lead up to it in any way?; Did he say, ‘Talking of side, you stick it on.’; What had you been doing to him?”
“It was the house-fielding.”
“But you can’t stick on side at house-fielding.; I defy any one to.; It’s too early in the morning.”
“I didn’t turn up.”
“What!; Why?”
“Oh, I don’t know.”
“No, but, look here, really.; Did you simply bunk it?”
“Yes.”
Wyatt leaned on the end of Mike’s bed, and, having observed its occupant thoughtfully for a moment, proceeded to speak wisdom for the good of his soul.
“I say, I don’t want to jaw—I’m one of those quiet chaps with strong, silent natures; you may have noticed it—but I must put in a well-chosen word at this juncture.; Don’t pretend to be dropping off to sleep.; Sit up and listen to what your kind old uncle’s got to say to you about manners and deportment.; Otherwise, blood as you are at cricket, you’ll have a rotten time here.; There are some things you simply can’t do; and one of them is bunking a thing when you’re put down for it.; It doesn’t matter who it is puts you down.; If he’s captain, you’ve got to obey him.; That’s discipline, that ’ere is.; The speaker then paused, and took a sip of water from the carafe which stood at his elbow.; Cheers from the audience, and a voice ’Hear!; Hear!’”
Mike rolled over in bed and glared up at the orator.; Most of his face was covered by the water-jug, but his eyes stared fixedly from above it.; He winked in a friendly way, and, putting down the jug, drew a deep breath.
“Nothing like this old ’87 water,” he said.; “Such body.”
“I like you jawing about discipline,” said Mike morosely.
“And why, my gentle che-ild, should I not talk about discipline?”
“Considering you break out of the house nearly every night.”
“In passing, rather rum when you think that a burglar would get it hot for breaking in, while I get dropped on if I break out.; Why should there be one law for the burglar and one for me?; But you were saying—just so.; I thank you.; About my breaking out.; When you’re a white-haired old man like me, young Jackson, you’ll see that there are two sorts of discipline at school.; One you can break if you feel like taking the risks; the other you mustn’t ever break.; I don’t know why, but it isn’t done.; Until you learn that, you can never hope to become the Perfect Wrykynian like,” he concluded modestly, “me.”
Mike made no reply.; He would have perished rather than admit it, but Wyatt’s words had sunk in.; That moment marked a distinct epoch in his career.; His feelings were curiously mixed.; He was still furious with Firby-Smith, yet at the same time he could not help acknowledging to himself that the latter had had the right on his side.; He saw and approved of Wyatt’s point of view, which was the more impressive to him from his knowledge of his friend’s contempt for, or, rather, cheerful disregard of, most forms of law and order.; If Wyatt, reckless though he was as regarded written school rules, held so rigid a respect for those that were unwritten, these last must be things which could not be treated lightly.; That night, for the first time in his life, Mike went to sleep with a clear idea of what the public school spirit, of which so much is talked and written, really meant.
CHAPTER XX
THE TEAM IS FILLED UP
When Burgess, at the end of the conversation in the pavilion with Mr. Spence which Bob Jackson had overheard, accompanied the cricket-master across the field to the boarding-houses, he had distinctly made up his mind to give Mike his first eleven colours next day.; There was only one more match to be played before the school fixture-list was finished.; That was the match with Ripton.; Both at cricket and football Ripton was the school that mattered most.; Wrykyn did not always win its other school matches; but it generally did.; The public schools of England divide themselves naturally into little groups, as far as games are concerned.; Harrow, Eton, and Winchester are one group:; Westminster and Charterhouse another:; Bedford, Tonbridge, Dulwich, Haileybury, and St. Paul’s are a third.; In this way, Wrykyn, Ripton, Geddington, and Wilborough formed a group.; There was no actual championship competition, but each played each, and by the end of the season it was easy to see which was entitled to first place.; This nearly always lay between Ripton and Wrykyn.; Sometimes an exceptional Geddington team would sweep the board, or Wrykyn, having beaten Ripton, would go down before Wilborough.; But this did not happen often.; Usually Wilborough and Geddington were left to scramble for the wooden spoon.
Secretaries of cricket at Ripton and Wrykyn always liked to arrange the date of the match towards the end of the term, so that they might take the field with representative and not experimental teams.; By July the weeding-out process had generally finished.; Besides which the members of the teams had had time to get into form.
At Wrykyn it was the custom to fill up the team, if possible, before the Ripton match.; A player is likely to show better form if he has got his colours than if his fate depends on what he does in that particular match.
Burgess, accordingly, had resolved to fill up the first eleven just a week before Ripton visited Wrykyn.; There were two vacancies.; One gave him no trouble.; Neville-Smith was not a great bowler, but he was steady, and he had done well in the earlier matches.; He had fairly earned his place.; But the choice between Bob and Mike had kept him awake into the small hours two nights in succession.; Finally he had consulted Mr. Spence, and Mr. Spence had voted for Mike.
Burgess was glad the thing was settled.; The temptation to allow sentiment to interfere with business might have become too strong if he had waited much longer.; He knew that it would be a wrench definitely excluding Bob from the team, and he hated to have to do it.; The more he thought of it, the sorrier he was for him.; If he could have pleased himself, he would have kept Bob In.; But, as the poet has it, “Pleasure is pleasure, and biz is biz, and kep’ in a sepyrit jug.”; The first duty of a captain is to have no friends.
From small causes great events do spring.; If Burgess had not picked up a particularly interesting novel after breakfast on the morning of Mike’s interview with Firby-Smith in the study, the list would have gone up on the notice-board after prayers.; As it was, engrossed in his book, he let the moments go by till the sound on the bell startled him into movement.; And then there was only time to gather up his cap, and sprint.; The paper on which he had intended to write the list and the pen he had laid out to write it with lay untouched on the table.
And, as it was not his habit to put up notices except during the morning, he postponed the thing.; He could write it after tea.; After all, there was a week before the match.
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When school was over, he went across to the Infirmary to inquire about Marsh.; The report was more than favourable.; Marsh had better not see any one just yet, In case of accident, but he was certain to be out in time to play against Ripton.
“Doctor Oakes thinks he will be back in school on Tuesday.”
“Banzai!” said Burgess, feeling that life was good.; To take the field against Ripton without Marsh would have been to court disaster.; Marsh’s fielding alone was worth the money.; With him at short slip, Burgess felt safe when he bowled.
The uncomfortable burden of the knowledge that he was about temporarily to sour Bob Jackson’s life ceased for the moment to trouble him.; He crooned extracts from musical comedy as he walked towards the nets.
Recollection