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in, sir, I had to let him go, and he came in after the rat.”
It was plain to Mr. Downing that the burden of sin was shared equally by both culprits.; Wilson had supplied the rat, Mike the dog; but Mr. Downing liked Wilson and disliked Mike.; Wilson was in the Fire Brigade, frivolous at times, it was true, but nevertheless a member.; Also he kept wicket for the school.; Mike was a member of the Archaeological Society, and had refused to play cricket.
Mr. Downing allowed these facts to influence him in passing sentence.
“One hundred lines, Wilson,” he said.; “You may go.”
Wilson departed with the air of a man who has had a great deal of fun, and paid very little for it.
Mr. Downing turned to Mike.; “You will stay in on Saturday afternoon, Jackson; it will interfere with your Archaeological studies, I fear, but it may teach you that we have no room at Sedleigh for boys who spend their time loafing about and making themselves a nuisance.; We are a keen school; this is no place for boys who do nothing but waste their time.; That will do, Jackson.”
And Mr. Downing walked out of the room.; In affairs of this kind a master has a habit of getting the last word.
CHAPTER XXXIX
ACHILLES LEAVES HIS TENT
They say misfortunes never come singly.; As Mike sat brooding over his wrongs in his study, after the Sammy incident, Jellicoe came into the room, and, without preamble, asked for the loan of a sovereign.
When one has been in the habit of confining one’s lendings and borrowings to sixpences and shillings, a request for a sovereign comes as something of a blow.
“What on earth for?” asked Mike.
“I say, do you mind if I don’t tell you?; I don’t want to tell anybody.; The fact is, I’m in a beastly hole.”
“Oh, sorry,” said Mike.; “As a matter of fact, I do happen to have a quid.; You can freeze on to it, if you like.; But it’s about all I have got, so don’t be shy about paying it back.”
Jellicoe was profuse in his thanks, and disappeared in a cloud of gratitude.
Mike felt that Fate was treating him badly.; Being kept in on Saturday meant that he would be unable to turn out for Little Borlock against Claythorpe, the return match.; In the previous game he had scored ninety-eight, and there was a lob bowler in the Claythorpe ranks whom he was particularly anxious to meet again.; Having to yield a sovereign to Jellicoe—why on earth did the man want all that?—meant that, unless a carefully worded letter to his brother Bob at Oxford had the desired effect, he would be practically penniless for weeks.
In a gloomy frame of mind he sat down to write to Bob, who was playing regularly for the ’Varsity this season, and only the previous week had made a century against Sussex, so might be expected to be in a sufficiently softened mood to advance the needful. (Which, it may be stated at once, he did, by return of post.)
Mike was struggling with the opening sentences of this letter—he was never a very ready writer—when Stone and Robinson burst into the room.
Mike put down his pen, and got up.; He was in warlike mood, and welcomed the intrusion.; If Stone and Robinson wanted battle, they should have it.
But the motives of the expedition were obviously friendly.; Stone beamed.; Robinson was laughing.
“You’re a sportsman,” said Robinson.
“What did he give you?” asked Stone.
They sat down, Robinson on the table, Stone in Psmith’s deck-chair.; Mike’s heart warmed to them.; The little disturbance in the dormitory was a thing of the past, done with, forgotten, contemporary with Julius Caesar.; He felt that he, Stone and Robinson must learn to know and appreciate one another.
There was, as a matter of fact, nothing much wrong with Stone and Robinson.; They were just ordinary raggers of the type found at every public school, small and large.; They were absolutely free from brain.; They had a certain amount of muscle, and a vast store of animal spirits.; They looked on school life purely as a vehicle for ragging.; The Stones and Robinsons are the swashbucklers of the school world.; They go about, loud and boisterous, with a whole-hearted and cheerful indifference to other people’s feelings, treading on the toes of their neighbour and shoving him off the pavement, and always with an eye wide open for any adventure.; As to the kind of adventure, they are not particular so long as it promises excitement.; Sometimes they go through their whole school career without accident.; More often they run up against a snag in the shape of some serious-minded and muscular person who objects to having his toes trodden on and being shoved off the pavement, and then they usually sober down, to the mutual advantage of themselves and the rest of the community.
One’s opinion of this type of youth varies according to one’s point of view.; Small boys whom they had occasion to kick, either from pure high spirits or as a punishment for some slip from the narrow path which the ideal small boy should tread, regarded Stone and Robinson as bullies of the genuine “Eric” and “St. Winifred’s” brand.; Masters were rather afraid of them.; Adair had a smouldering dislike for them.; They were useful at cricket, but apt not to take Sedleigh as seriously as he could have wished.
As for Mike, he now found them pleasant company, and began to get out the tea-things.
“Those Fire Brigade meetings,” said Stone, “are a rag.; You can do what you like, and you never get more than a hundred lines.”
“Don’t you!” said Mike.; “I got Saturday afternoon.”
“What!”
“Is Wilson in too?”
“No.; He got a hundred lines.”
Stone and Robinson were quite concerned.
“What a beastly swindle!”
“That’s because you don’t play cricket.; Old Downing lets you do what you like if you join the Fire Brigade and play cricket.”
“‘We are, above all, a keen school,’” quoted Stone.; “Don’t you ever play?”
“I have played a bit,” said Mike.
“Well, why don’t you have a shot?; We aren’t such flyers here.; If you know one end of a bat from the other, you could get into some sort of a team.; Were you at school anywhere before you came here?”
“I was at Wrykyn.”
“Why on earth did you leave?” asked Stone.; “Were you sacked?”
“No.; My pater took me away.”
“Wrykyn?” said Robinson.; “Are you any relation of the Jacksons there—J.; W. and the others?”
“Brother.”
“What!”
“Well, didn’t you play at all there?”
“Yes,” said Mike, “I did.; I was in the team three years, and I should have been captain this year, if I’d stopped on.”
There was a profound and gratifying sensation.; Stone gaped, and Robinson nearly dropped his tea-cup.
Stone broke the silence.
“But I mean to say—look here!; What I mean is, why aren’t you playing?; Why don’t you play now?”
“I do.; I play for a village near here.; Place called Little Borlock.; A man who played against Wrykyn for the Free Foresters captains them.; He asked me if I’d like some games for them.”
“But why not for the school?”
“Why should I?; It’s much better fun for the village.; You don’t