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Title: Dr. Jolliffe's Boys
Author: Hough, Lewis
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Doctor Jolliffe's Boys

by Lewis Hough
This a very enjoyable book about life in a boy's boarding school in the
late nineteenth century.  Despite school-rules, the boys get out of
bounds for a number of reasons, for instance visiting a forbidden tuck
shop; engaging in various cruel country sports, like rat baiting; going
skating on a frozen lake, especially near the thin ice; poaching on a
large nearby estate; and suchlike attractions.

Every scene is beautifully drawn, and I have wondered many times why the
author did not write more, and indeed why this book is not more well
known than it is.  Until I found a copy in an old book shop I had never
heard of either the author or of the book.

The characters of the various principal actors in the story are very
well drawn, and one feels one knows them all quite well by the end of
the book.

There was in fact another contemporary author of the same name, who was
an expert in economic and currency affairs, and who also wrote using,
and about, a novel way of getting books printed. N.H.






"Well cut, Saurin, well cut!  Run it out!  Four!"  The ball was
delivered again to the bowler, who meditated a shooter, but being a
little tired, failed in his amiable intention, and gave the chance of a
half-volley, which the batsman timed accurately, and caught on the right
inch of the bat, with the whole swing of his arms and body thrown into
the drive, so that the ball went clean into the scorer's tent, as if
desirous of marking the runs for itself.

"Well hit indeed!  Well hit!"

The Westonians roared with delight, and their voices were fresh, for
they had had little opportunity of exercising them hitherto.  Crawley,
the captain of their eleven, the hero in whom they delighted, had been
declared out, leg before wicket, when he had only contributed five to
the score.  Only two of the Westonians believed that the decision was
just, Crawley himself, and the youth who had taken his place, and was
now so triumphant.  But he hated Crawley, and rejoiced in his
discomfiture, even though it told against his own side, so his opinion
went for nothing.

Well, no more did anybody's else except the umpire's, who after all is
the only person capable of judging.

"Saurin has got his eye in; we may put together a respectable score

"He is the best player we have got, when he only takes the trouble;
don't you think so?" said Edwards, who believed in Saurin with a faith
which would have been quite touching if it had not been so irritating.

"He thinks so himself at any rate," replied the boy addressed, "and we
are a shocking bad lot if he is right.  Anyhow he seems to be in form
to-day, and I only hope that it will last."

The batsman under discussion hoped so too.  If he could only make an
unprecedented score, restore the fortunes of the day, and show the world
what a mistake it was to think Crawley his superior in anything
whatever, it would be a glorious triumph.  He was not of a patriotic
disposition, and did not care for the success of his school except as it
might minister to his own personal vanity and gain, for he had a bet of
half-a-crown on his own side.  But his egotism was quite strong enough
to rival the public spirit of the others, and raise his interest to the
general pitch.

The match between Weston and Hillsborough was an annual affair, and
excited great emulation, being for each school the principal event of
the cricketing season.  One year it was played at Weston and the next at
Hillsborough, and it was the Westonians' turn to play on their own
ground on this occasion.

Hillsborough went in first and put together 94 runs.  Then Weston went
to the wickets and could make nothing of it.  There was a certain left-
handed Hillsburian bowler who proved very fatal to them; it was one of
his twists which found Crawley's leg where his bat should have been.
Result, eight wickets down for twenty, and then Saurin went in and made
the 9 we have witnessed.

Between ourselves the cut was a fluke, but the half-volley was a genuine
well-played hit, which deserved the applause it got.  The next ball came
straight for the middle stump, but was blocked back half-way between the
creases, and another run was stolen.


The new bowler went in for slows.  The first, a very tempting ball,
Saurin played forward at, and hit it straight and hard into the hands of
long field on, who fumbled and dropped it, amidst groans and derisive

Warned by this narrow shave he played back next time, and seemed to
himself to have missed a really good chance.  This feeling induced
hesitation when the next ball was delivered, and the result of
hesitation was that the insidious missile curled in somehow over his bat
and toppled his bails off.  Saurin was so much mortified as he walked
back to the tent that he could not even pretend to assume a jaunty
careless air, but scowled and carried his bat as if he would like to hit
someone over the head with it.  Which, indeed, he would.

There was one consolation for him, he had made ten, and that proved to
be the top score.

For the first time within living memory Weston had to follow its

Now when you consider that the presidents of Oxford and Cambridge Clubs
kept an eye on this match with a view to promising colts, you may
imagine the elation of the Hillsburians and the dejection of the
Westonians when Crawley and Robarts walked once more to the wickets.
Their schoolmates clapped their hands vigorously indeed, and some of
them talked about the uncertainty of cricket, but the amount of hope
they had would not have taken the room of a pair of socks in Pandora's

But Crawley was a bowler as well as a batsman, and Robarts was the
Westonian wicket-keeper, so that both were somewhat fagged when they
first went in, whereas they were now quite fresh.  Again, the
Hillsburian bowling champion found his dangerous left arm a little
stiff, and his eyesight not so keen as it had been an hour before.  One
is bound to find a cause for everything, so these may be the reasons why
the pair, after defending their wickets cautiously for an over or two,
began to knock the bowling about in great style.

"What a jealous brute that Crawley is!" said Saurin, sitting down by

"Awful!" replied Edwards, not at all knowing why, but following Saurin
blindfold, as he always did.

"I was the only one who made any stand in the first innings, and yet he
does not send me in early.  He will keep me to the last, I daresay."

The wonderful stand spoken of had not lasted two overs, but Edwards only

"It's mean."

"Not that I care," said Saurin.

"Of course not."

"Only I do hate spite and jealousy."

"He ought not to be captain."

"Bah! the soft-spoken humbug; it's a wonder to me that fellows don't see
through him."

"It _is_ strange," echoed the complacent Edwards.

The number 30 went up amidst a storm of clapping, and Saurin relapsed
into prudent silence, but he thought "hapes," like the Irishman's dumb
parrot.  The dinner-bell rang, the pair were not separated, and the
score stood at 50.

"It will be a match yet," was the general opinion on the Weston side,
and their opponents also thought that the affair did not look quite such
a certainty, and agreed that they must not throw a chance away, though
they hoped much from dinner, which sometimes puts a batsman off his
play, the process of digestion inducing, especially in hot weather, a
certain heaviness which impairs that clearness of brain necessary for
timing a ball accurately.  At the same time the bowlers would get a good
rest, and the left-handed artist, who had been acting as long-stop,
might reasonably be expected to regain his cunning.  True that the
midday meal tells most upon the field, which very generally grows
sluggish after eating: but the Hillsborough boys fancied that would not
matter so much, if they could only separate those two.

But "those two" had a due sense of their responsibilities, and ate a
very moderate meal, which they washed down with nothing stronger than
water.  They also played very careful cricket on first going in again,
and risked nothing until they had got their hands in.  _Item_, Crawley
had mastered the left-handed bowler's favourite ball, and by playing
very forward hit it away before it took the dangerous twist.  It looked
very risky, and the Hillsborough wicket-keeper was in constant hope of
stumping him, but he never missed, and scored off every ball of that
sort which came to him.  When the same twisters came to Robarts he
played back, contenting himself with simply guarding his wickets with an
upright bat.

Altogether the two put 85 together before Robarts was caught at point.

As they were going in to dinner Crawley had said to Saurin:

"You go in the first wicket down.  You showed good form in the first
innings, and it was a very unlucky ball that settled you so soon.  But
you will have a good chance again presently."  Which speech had the
unintended effect of making Saurin more exasperated than ever.
"Confound his patronising!" he said to himself; but he could not find
any excuse for any audible utterance except the conventional "All
right," and he now drew on his gloves, took up his bat, and issued from
the tent.

"Play careful cricket, Saurin," said Robarts as he passed him; "the
great thing is to keep Crawley at the wicket as long as we can."

"A likely story!" he thought to himself as he strode across the turf,
"to make myself a mere foil and stop-gap for that conceited brute!  Not
I."  Far from practising the abstinence of the other two, he had eaten
as much as he could stuff and drunk all the beer he could get, and this,
combined with resentment at Robarts' words, caused him to go in for
slogging just to show that he was not to be dictated to.

The first ball he got he hit as hard as he could, and well on to the
ground, but it was cleverly stopped before a run could be made.  The
second he sent into the hands of the fielder standing at mid-wicket, who
stuck to it, fast as it came, and threw it up amidst the cheers of his
friends.  Saurin stalked away with his duck's egg.

Four more wickets fell before Crawley was run out, by which time he had
scored 90 off his own bat, the total standing at 150.  Thirty more was
added before the Westonians were all out, and the score stood--first
innings, 40; second, 180; total, 220, against 94.  So that Hillsborough
now had to make 126 to tie, and 127 to win.

It was a good match; anybody's game.  During the remainder of the
afternoon Saurin behaved disgracefully.  His temper had completely
mastered him, and he was sulky and careless to an extent which made even
Edwards ashamed for him.  He let balls pass with hardly an attempt to
stop them, picked them up and threw them in in a leisurely manner, which
gave more than one run to the other side, and showed such indifference
that he was hissed.

For every run was of importance.  The fact was that Weston that year was
decidedly weak in the bowling, Crawley being the only one to be depended
upon, and he could not be kept at it for ever; and, though the fielding
generally was good, the Hillsburians scored fast.  At seven o'clock they
were 100 for seven wickets, and the excitement was very great when
Crawley, who had had an hour's interval, went on once more to bowl.

His first ball was cut for five.  His second took the middle stump
clean.  His third came back into his hands.  His fourth, the nastiest of
shooters, glided under the bat into the wicket.  Three wickets in three
consecutive balls--something like a sensational over!

The match was over, and Weston had won by 21 runs.

There could be no doubt to whom the victory was due, and Crawley was
pounced upon, hoisted, and carried home in triumph amidst the most
enthusiastic cheering.

"All right!" he said, colouring and laughing as they put him down; "I am
glad we won, but that last ball was the most awful fluke I ever made in
my life.  I lost my balance as I delivered it, and nearly came down.  To
tell the truth, I feared it would be wide, and could hardly believe my
eyes when I saw the bails off."

One would have imagined that Saurin's evil genius was taking part in the
events of the day, and piling success upon the rival he hated in order
to exasperate him to madness.  His state of mind, indeed, was little
short of that as he went sullenly to his tutor's house, with the sight
of Crawley, raised on his comrades' shoulders, in his eyes, their cheers
ringing in his ears, and the thoughts of Cain in his heart.

"I shall give up cricket," he said to Edwards next day; "it's a beastly

"I don't care for it myself," replied his friend; "only, what is one to

"Lots of things; you don't know Slam's.  I tell you what--I'll take you

"Thank you; that will be very jolly; only don't you think if one were
caught, you know--eh?"

"We should get into a jolly row, no doubt; but there is no fear of being
caught.  And, as you say, if one does not play cricket, what is one to

One thing which induced Saurin to relinquish the game which he had at
one time practised with some hope of success, was that he shrewdly
suspected that, after what occurred, he would no longer be retained in
the eleven.  And he was right, for at the very next meeting of the
committee it was unanimously agreed that a fellow who failed so utterly
to keep his temper was of no use at all, even if he were a much better
player than Saurin; and this opinion was intimated to him without any
squeamishness in the choice of terms.  Had Weston lost the match his
conduct on the occasion might have resulted in his being sent to
Coventry; but success is the parent of magnanimity, and, since his lack
of public spirit had not proved fatal, it was condoned.  But it
certainly did not increase his popularity.  The whole affair was most
unfortunate.  Saurin was a disappointing sort of fellow.  He was rather
good-looking, and on ordinary occasions his manners were those of a
gentleman.  His abilities were certainly above the average, and his eye
and hand worked together in a manner which was calculated to ensure
success in all games, especially as he was fleet of foot and muscular.
Thus he was always giving promise of distinguishing himself, and dying
away to nothing.  The explanation is that he was very vain and very
indolent, and his vanity induced him to engage in different pursuits
which would excite admiration, while his indolence prevented him from
persevering long enough for success.  Directly anything bored him he
dropped it.  Self-indulgence seemed to him the only true wisdom.  He
never resisted the whim of the moment except through fear of the
consequences, and unfortunately many of his propensities were vicious.

He had taken up cricket rather warmly, and seemed less inclined to get
tired of it than of most healthy and innocent diversions, and cricket
kept him out of mischief; so it was very unlucky, both for himself and
for those over whom he had influence, that his jealousy of Crawley had
led him to make such an idiot of himself.



About a mile from Weston College there was a dilapidated old house with
a large yard and an orchard.  There had been a farm attached to it once,
but the land had been taken into the next estate, and the old homestead
let separately many years before.  The landlord would gladly have got
rid of the present tenant, but he had a long lease, and, while he paid
his rent, he was secure, and could snap his fingers at the squire, the
clergyman, the magistrates, and all other people who did not appreciate
him.  Not that he ever did so snap his fingers; on the contrary, Mr
Slam, though practically defiant, was remarkably civil, not to say
obsequious, in his demeanour when he came into contact with the gentry.
By profession he was a rat-catcher, and he had an intimate knowledge of
the habits and frailties of all the small predatory animals of Great
Britain, and knew well how to lure them to their destruction.  In a
game-preserving community such talents ought, one would imagine, to have
met with appreciative recognition; but unfortunately Slam was suspected
of being far more fatal to pheasants, hares, and rabbits than to all the
vermin he destroyed.  He protested his innocence, and was never caught
in the act of taking game; but if anyone wanted to stock his preserves,
Slam could always procure him a supply of pheasants' eggs, and more than
one village offender who had been sent to expiate his depredations in
jail was known to have paid visits to Slam's yard.

Slam was a dog-fancier as well as a rat-catcher, and therefore doggy
boys were attracted to his premises, which, however, were sternly
interdicted.  In the first place they were out of bounds, though this of
itself did not go for very much.  There was no town very near Weston,
and so long as the boys made their appearance at the specified hours
they were not overmuch interfered with.  Paper chases, or hare and
hounds as they are sometimes called, were openly arranged and
encouraged; and if boys liked to take walks in the country, they could
do so with a minimum of risk.  If they were awkward enough to meet a
master face to face when out of bounds, he could hardly help turning
them back and giving them a slight imposition; but if they saw him
coming, and got out of his way, he would not look in their direction.

But to enter an inn, or to visit Slam's, was a serious offence,
entailing severe punishment, and even expulsion, if repeated.

Yet one beautiful warm summer's evening, when the birds were singing and
the grasshoppers chirruping, and all nature invited mankind to play
cricket or lawn-tennis, if there were no river handy for boating, four
youths might have been seen (but were not, luckily for them) approaching
the forbidden establishment.  A lane with high banks, now covered with
ferns and wild flowers, and furrowed with ruts which were more like
crevasses, ran up to the house; but they left this and went round the
orchard to the back of the yard, in the wall of which there was a little
door with a bell-handle beside it.  On this being pulled there was a
faint tinkle, followed by a canine uproar of the most miscellaneous
description, the deep-mouthed bay of the blood-hound, the sharp yap-yap
of the toy terrier, and a chorus of intermediate undistinguishable
barkings, some fierce, some frolicsome, some expectant, being mixed up
with the rattling of chains.  Then an angry voice was heard amidst the
hubbub commanding silence, and a sudden whine or two seemed to imply
that he had shown some practical intention of being obeyed.  A bolt was
drawn, the door opened, and a short wiry man, dressed in fustian and
velveteen, with a fur cap on his head and a short pipe in his mouth,
stood before them.

"Come in, gents," said he.  "Your dawg's at the other end of the yard,
Mr Stubbs, that's why you don't see him.  He's had an orkardness with
Sayres, Mr Robarts' dog, as was in the next kennel, and I thought
they'd have strangled themselves a-trying to get at one another, and so
I had to separate them."

"Will it be safe to let him loose?" asked Stubbs.

"No fear; he will never go near the other while he's loose and the other
one chained up; besides, he'll be took up with seeing you, he will."

It was very pleasant to the feelings of Stubbs that his dog knew him,
which he evidently did, for he danced on his hind-legs, and wagged his
tail, and whimpered, and did all that a bull-terrier can do in the way
of smiling, when his proprietor approached for the purpose of freeing
him from his chain.  Their interviews were not as frequent as either dog
or boy would have desired, but then they were very pleasant, for they
brought the former a short spell of liberty, a meal of biscuit or
paunch, and sometimes--oh, ecstasy!--the worrying of a rat, while Stubbs
enjoyed the sense of proprietorship, and the knowledge that he was doing
what was forbidden.  He had dreams of leaving school and taking Topper
home with him, and owning him as his friend before all the world, and he
talked to Topper of that happy prospect, and Topper really quite seemed
to understand that Stubbs was his master, who had paid money for him,
and was now put to considerable expense for his board and lodging, let
alone the danger he ran in coming to visit him.  To an outsider, calmly
reflecting, it did not seem a very good bargain for Stubbs, but still
very much better than that of Perry, his friend and present companion,
who kept a hawk, and vainly endeavoured to teach the bird to know him
and perch on his wrist.  But Perry was fond of hawks, and much regretted
that the days were gone by when hawking was a favourite pastime.

The other two visitors at Slam's that evening were Saurin and Edwards.
Edwards had never been there before, and consequently his feelings were
curiously compounded of fear and pleasurable expectation.  He had looked
from a distance at the place, the entrance to which was so sternly
forbidden, and imagined all sorts of delightful wickedness--how
delightful or why wicked he had no idea--going on inside.  He was
considerably disappointed to find himself in a dirty yard full of
kennels, to which dogs of all sorts and sizes were attached, none of
whom looked as if it would be safe to pat them.  There were a good many
pigeons flying about, but he did not care for pigeons except in a pie.
Perry's hawk was only interesting to Perry.  There was a monkey on a
pole in a corner, but he was a melancholy monkey, who did nothing but
raise and lower his eyebrows.

"Does the gentleman want a dawg?" asked Slam.

"He will see," replied Saurin; "if there is a real good one that takes
his fancy he may buy him.  It's all right; he's a friend of mine.  Have
you got that tobacco for me?"

"To be sure; you will find it in your drawer."

Saurin went to a little wooden outhouse which contained a table, a chest
of drawers, a cask of dog-biscuits, cages of rats, and other
miscellaneous articles, and opening a locker which seemed to be
appropriated to him, he took out a meerschaum pipe and a tobacco-pouch,
and came out presently, emitting columns of blue fragrant smoke from his
mouth.  Edwards looked at his friend with increased respect, the idea of
being intimate with a fellow who could smoke like that made him feel an
inch taller.

"I think it's beginning to colour, eh?" asked Saurin.

"Beautifully, I should say," replied Edwards.

"Won't you try?"

"Thanks; I think I should rather like," said Edwards, who began to feel
ambitious, "but I have not got anything to smoke."

"Oh, Slam will let you have a pipe, or a cigar if you like it better."

Edwards, calling to mind that cigars smelt nicer than pipes, thought he
should prefer one.

"Slam, my friend wants a cigar."

"Well, sir, as you know, I can't sell such things without a licence; but
if the gent likes to have a few rats for one of the dawgs to show a bit
of sport, I'll _give_ him a cigar with pleasure.  It's sixpence for half
a dozen."

"And, by the by, Edwards, it is usual to stand some beer to pay your
footing.  A couple of quarts of sixpenny will do."

"That will make eighteenpence altogether," responded Edwards cheerfully,
producing that sum.

"I'll send out for the beer at once," said Mr Slam, taking the money
and going towards the house.

Where he sent to is a mystery, for there was no public-house within a
mile, and yet the can of beer arrived in about five minutes.  It is much
to be feared that Slam set the excise law at defiance when he felt
perfectly safe from being informed against.

"Rats for Topper!" exclaimed Stubbs.  "Oh, I say, Edwards, you _are_ a
brick, you know.  I have been hard up lately, and he has not had a rat
for ever so long.  You won't mind my letting them out for him, will you?
You see, I should like him to think it was I who gave him the treat, if
you don't mind."

Edwards had no objection to become a party to this innocent deception,
and the cage of rats was brought out from some mysterious place where
there was an unlimited supply of those vermin.  Whereupon every
individual dog in the establishment went off his head with excitement,
and began barking and tearing at his chain in a manner to soften the
hardest heart.  That rats should be so near and yet so far!  The
building, which was once a stable, had been fitted up expressly as an
arena, where dogs might exhibit their prowess, and thither the cage was
now carried by Stubbs, Topper going almost the whole way on his hind-
legs, with his nose close to the wires.  Considering the amount of
excitement the entertainment did not last long; the rats were turned out
into the arena, where Topper pounced upon them one after the other with
a nip and a shake which was at once fatal.  In a couple of minutes there
were six fewer rats in the world, and Topper was extremely anxious to
diminish the number still further.  Doctor Johnson, the compiler of the
dictionary, said he had never in his life had as many peaches and
nectarines as he could eat, and that was Topper's feelings with regard
to rats.  Edwards did not enjoy the spectacle quite as much as he felt
that he ought.  Besides, he was engaged in desperate efforts to light
his cigar.  Match after match did he burn, sucking away all the time
like a leech, but no smoke came into his mouth.

"Let us go into the orchard and finish the beer," said Saurin.

The orchard was surrounded by so thick a hedge that it was just as
private as the yard.  A cobby horse was cropping the grass, an
ungroomed, untrimmed animal, very much better than he looked, his
master, for reasons of his own, being as anxious to disguise his merits
as most proprietors of the noble animal are to enhance them as much as
possible.  There were possibilities of recreation here, though they were
somewhat of a low order.  Quoits hung up on several large nails driven
into a wall, and there was a covered skittle alley.  For there were a
good many small farmers of the class just above that of the a labourer
in the neighbourhood, and some of them frequented Slam's, and were
partial to skittles.

The four boys and the proprietor of the establishment seated themselves
on benches in this orchard and gulped the beer.

"Your cigar does not seem to draw well," said Saurin.

"No," replied Edwards; "I can't think what is the matter with it; I
never smoked a cigar like this before."

Which was perfectly true, as it was the first he had ever put into his

"Let me look at it.  Why, you have not bitten the end off!  You might as
well expect smoke to go up a chimney that is bricked up at the top.
Here, I'll cut it for you with my penknife; now you will find it go all
right.  What a row that hawk of yours makes, Perry!"

"Yes, he ought to be hooded, you know.  Hateful times we live in, don't
we!  How jolly it must have been when education meant learning to ride,
fly a hawk, train a hound, shoot with the bow, and use the sword and
buckler, instead of mugging at abominable lessons."

"Right you are, sir," said Mr Slam; "why, even when I was a lad a fight
or a bit of cocking could be brought off without much trouble, but
nowadays the beaks and perlice are that prying and interfering there's
no chance hardly.  And as for them times Mr Perry was speaking of, why,
I've heard tell that the princes and all the nobs used to go to see a
prize-fight in a big building all comfortable, just as they goes now to
a theayter.  And every parish had to find a bull or a bear to be bated
every Sunday.  Ah! them was the good old times, them was."

Edwards did not find his cigar very nice.  The smoke got down his throat
and made him cough till his eyes watered, and the taste was not so
pleasant as the smell.  However, Saurin seemed to like it, so there must
be some pleasure about it if he only persevered.

He laboured under a delusion here, for Saurin would rather not have
smoked, as a matter of fact, though he had a great object in view, the
colouring of his pipe, which supported him.  His real motive in this, as
in all other matters, was vanity.  Other boys would admire him for
smoking like a full-grown man, and so he smoked.  He would never have
done it alone, without anyone to see him, being too fond of himself to
persevere in anything he did not like, out of whim, or for the sake of
some possible future gratification, of the reality of which he was not
very well assured.

"Did you ever play at quoits, Edwards?" asked Saurin presently.

"Yes, I have played at home; we have some."

"Suppose we have a game, then.  Why, hulloa, how pale you look! don't
smoke any more of that cigar."

"I do fee--feel a little queer," said Edwards, who certainly did not
exaggerate his sensations.  A cold sweat burst out on his forehead, his
hands were moist and clammy, and though it was a warm evening he
shivered from head to foot, while he had a violent pain in his stomach
which prevented his standing upright.

"Come, man alive, don't give way.  We must be getting back soon," said
Saurin, who was rather dismayed at the idea of taking his friend to his
tutor's in that condition, and the consequent risk of drawing suspicion
on himself.  "Would not a drop of brandy be a good thing, Slam?"

"Well, no, not in this here case," said Slam.  "The missus shall mix him
a little mustard and warm water; that's what he wants."

"You are sure it's only the cigar," groaned Edwards.  "I am not poisoned
or anything?"

"Poisoned! how can you be?  You have taken nothing but the beer, and we
have all drunk that.  No, it's the tobacco; it always makes fellows
rather seedy at first, and I expect you swallowed a lot of the smoke."

"I did."

"Well, then, drink this and you will be all right presently."

Edwards took the emetic, which had the effect peculiar to that
description of beverage.  It was not a pleasant one; indeed, he thought
he was going to die; but after a while the worst symptoms passed off,
and he was able to walk home.

Saurin and Edwards lodged at the same tutors, and they went up to the
room of the latter without attracting attention.  Here Edwards, under
the other's directions, washed his face, cleaned his teeth, changed his
jacket and neck-tie, and put some scented pomatum on his hair, and then
lay down on his bed till the supper-bell should ring.

"I shall not be able to eat," he remonstrated.  "Do you think I need go

"Oh, yes; come and have a try, or else it will excite suspicion.  You
would have to show at prayers directly afterwards, you know, so it will
not make much difference.  You have nothing to do with old Cookson
between this and supper--no exercise or anything?"

"No, thank goodness!"

"That's all right.  You have a good hour for a nap, and your head will
be better then.  I must go and sweeten myself now."

I regret to say that "old Cookson" was the shockingly disrespectful way
in which this flagitious youth spoke of his reverend and learned tutor.



Weston College was a polishing-up establishment.  Boys were not admitted
under the age of fourteen, or unless they showed a certain proficiency
in Greek and Latin, in the first book of Euclid, in arithmetic and
algebra up to simple equations.  And the entrance examination, mind you,
was no farce.  If a candidate was not well grounded they would not have
him; and it was necessary to be particular, because the first or lowest
form assumed a certain amount of knowledge in the commencement of that
course which proposed to land the neophyte in the Indian Civil Service,
the army, or a good scholarship at one of the universities.

Though fourteen was the age of possible admission, very few boys were
qualified until they were at least a year older, and consequently there
was no organised system of fagging, and flogging was a very rare and
extreme measure; but otherwise the system somewhat resembled that of the
large public schools.  The head-master and three other masters each had
a house full of boarders, whose preparation of lessons on certain
subjects he superintended; and every boy had a separate apartment, which
was his study and bedroom.

It was an expensive school, and the discipline of Dr Jolliffe was more
lax than many parents and guardians quite liked; and yet few of the boys
who went there were rich.  It was very rarely, that is, that one of them
had not to make his own way in the world.  And the number, which was
limited, was always complete.  For results speak for themselves, and the
examination lists showed triumphant successes for Weston.  It is true
that if they only took boys of considerable proficiency, and got rid of
all who made no progress, they might be expected to show a good average;
but then, on the other hand, there was no cramming, and every
encouragement was given to healthy athletic exercise.  Three or four
years were taken to do the work which is too often jammed into a few
months.  That was the secret; and, though of course there were failures,
it answered well on the whole.

This is an explanatory digression, just to let you know what sort of
stage our characters are acting upon.

It was Saturday afternoon, and a half-holiday, and there was only one
boy left in Dr Jolliffe's house.  His name was Buller, and he was
neither sick nor under punishment.  His window was wide open, for it was
very hot and stuffy in his little room, into which the sun poured, and
on the other side of a lane which ran underneath was the cricket-field,
from which the thud of balls struck by the bat, voices, and laughter
resounded in a way to tempt any fellow out of his hole.  But there he
stuck with his elbows on the table and his head in his hands, forcing
himself to concentrate his attention upon a book which lay open before

"Because _a divided by b_ equals _c divided by d_," he murmured, "the
first quotients _m m_ are equal.  Yes, I see that; again, since _a
divided by b_ equals _m_ plus _x divided by b_, and _c divided by d_
equals _m_ plus _r divided by d_, hum, hum, why, in the name of all
that's blue--oh, yes!  I see.  But then--oh, a thousand blisters on the
idiot who invented this rot!  But I won't be licked."

And he began again and again, sticking to it for another half-hour, when
he suddenly cried out, "I have it!  What a double-distilled ass I am!
Of course it is simple enough.  If _a divided by b_ equals _c divided by
d_, and _a_ and _b_ be prime to each other, _c_ and _d_ are
equimultiples of _a_ and _b_.  Of course they are; how could they be
anything else?  The other fellows saw it at once, no doubt.  What a lot
of trouble it gives one to be a fool!  Now, I'll go and practise

Buller was no fool; indeed he would not have thought himself one if he
had been; but he was slow at everything--learning, games,
accomplishments--though he had this compensation, no slight one either,
that when he had once mastered a thing he had got it for ever.  His
school-fellows called him a duffer, but it did not vex him in the least,
for he considered it a mere statement of a patent fact, and was no more
offended than if they had said that he had two legs.  But he had a
strong belief that perseverance, _sticking_, he called it, could make up
in a great measure for want of natural ability.  The fable of the hare
and tortoise had given him great encouragement, and, finding in practice
that he passed boys who had far more brilliant parts than himself, he
never gave way to despair, however hopeless the task before him might

His ambition--never expressed, however, to anyone--was to get into the
eleven.  Had it been known it would have been thought the very height of
absurdity, and have become such a standing joke that its realisation
would have been rendered well nigh impossible.  It proved that Buller
had sound sense that he was able to see this.  He did not much expect to
succeed, but he meant to try all he knew, ever since the day he was
called "old butter-fingers" in a game in which he showed especial
incapacity to catch the ball.  He began by mastering that; whenever he
could he got fellows to give him catches.  He practised throwing the
ball up in the air and catching it again.  When he went home for the
holidays he would carry a tennis-ball in his pocket, and take every
opportunity of throwing it against a wall and taking it at the rebound
with both hands, with the right hand, and with the left.  At last he got
quite dexterous--and sinistrous, too, for that matter.

But the mere fact of being able to manipulate the ball smartly, though
it is of supreme importance in cricket, would never gain him admission
into the eleven of his house, let alone that of the school.  For that,
as he well knew, he must cultivate a speciality, and he decided upon
bowling.  Wicket-keeping could only be practised in a regular game, and
no side would agree to let him fill the post--it was not likely.
Batting everyone wanted to practise, and it would be very rarely that he
would be able to get a good bowler to bowl for him.  There was a
professional, indeed, who was always in the cricket-fields during the
season, but his services were generally in request, and, besides, they
were expensive, and Tom Buller had not much pocket-money.  But there was
almost always some fellow who was glad to get balls given to him, and,
if not, you can set a stump up in front of a net and bowl at that.

To have worked all this out in his mind did not look like lack of
intelligence or observation, and to act upon it steadily, without saying
a word about it to anybody, showed considerable steadfastness and
resolution.  He now put his algebra and papers into his bureau, took out
his cricket-ball and ran down-stairs and round to the fields.  At first
it seemed as if he would be obliged to have recourse to his solitary
stump, for, it being the Saturday half-holiday, there were two matches
going on, and those present not taking part in them were playing lawn-
tennis.  But presently he espied Robarts, who had been in and out again
in the game he was engaged in, and was now waiting for the innings of
his side to be over, standing in front of a net, bat in hand, with two
boys bowling to him.

"May I give you a ball, Robarts?" he asked.

"Of course you may, Buller; the more the merrier," was the reply; "only,
if you are so wide as to miss the net, you must go after the ball
yourself."  And Robarts raised his bat, prepared for a good swipe if the
ball came within reach, which he did not much expect.

Buller measured his distance, took a short run, and sent the ball in
with the energy begotten of long mugging at algebra on a fine afternoon.
Every muscle in his body seemed to long for violent exertion; the pent-
up strength in him, like steam, demanded an outlet, and, with his hand
rather higher than the shoulder, he sent the ball in with a will.

"By Jove! that was straight enough, and a hot one too!" exclaimed
Robarts, who had only just managed to block it.  "It made my hands

The two others delivered their balls, which were hit away right and
left, and then Buller came again with another which had to be blocked.
The other bowlers who had been playing, and were going in again
presently, were glad to stop and leave Buller to work away alone, which
he did in a deliberate, determined manner, proving that his first
attempts were not chance shots.  Twice he sent the wickets down, and
once, when the ball was driven back to him, he caught it with the left
hand, high up.

"Well," said Robarts when he was called away to go and field, "and you
are the fellow they called a duffer!  Why, it is like magic!  Were you
playing dark last year, or what?"

"No; but I have been practising."

"You have practised to some purpose, then.  If you could only vary your
bowling a little more you would be very dangerous.  You see, if you
always send the same sort of ball, a fellow knows how to meet it after a

Robarts as an all-round player was only reckoned inferior to Crawley,
and his words of approval were very gratifying to Buller, who felt
himself a step nearer one particular goal.  He did not indulge in
daydreams, however, not being of an imaginative disposition.  The actual
difficulty which he had to master at the time took up all his thoughts
and energies, and the distant object to be attained, though never
absolutely lost sight of, was never dwelt upon or brooded over.

He at once looked about for someone else to bowl for, and found his
particular chum, Penryhn, who, after fagging out through the heat of the
day, had gone to the wicket with the sun in his eyes, and been clean
bowled the first ball.

"Will you really bowl for me?" he said eagerly in reply to Buller's
offer.  "What a good fellow you are!"

"Why? for doing what I want?  That is laying in a stock of good works
cheap.  You won't mind a few wides, I hope; Robarts says there is too
great a sameness about my bowling, so I want to practise twisters and
shooters.  You won't mind if I bowl at your legs?"

"Not a bit; _ignis via_--fire away."

The necessity for violent exertion had been taken out of Buller, indeed
it was now oozing away from every pore of his skin.  So he did not try
fast bowling, except now and then when he attempted to put in a shooter,
but concentrated his attention principally upon placing his ball, or on
pitching it to leg with an inward twist towards the wicket.  He
constantly failed; sent easy ones which were hit about to the peril of
neighbouring players; cut Penryhn over once on the knee-cap and once on
the ankle.  But he never once delivered the ball carelessly, or without
a definite object.  And when his arm got so tired that his mind could no
longer direct it, he left off and Penryhn bowled in turn to him, his
great object then being to keep an upright bat rather than to hit.

"I'll tell you what, Tom, you have improved in your cricket awfully,"
said Penryhn as they strolled back in the dusk.  "Why, you took Robarts'
wickets twice."

"Yes, but I should not have done it in a game; fellows step out and hit
recklessly in practice."

"No matter for that; you are quite a different bowler from what you

"The fact is it takes me all my time to learn to do what comes to other
fellows naturally."

"That's a bit too deep for me; some fellows can do one thing easily and
others another, and every fellow has to work hard to learn those things
which belong, as it were, to the other fellows.  There are chaps, I
suppose, like the Admirable Crichton, who are born good all round, and
can play the fiddle, polish off Euclid, ride, shoot, lick anyone at any
game, all without the slightest trouble, but one does not come across
them often, thank goodness.  I say, do you know what genius is?"

"Not exactly; that is, I could not define it."

"Well, I have heard my father say that some very clever chap has said
that it is `an infinite capacity for taking pains,' and if that's true,
by Jove, you must be a genius, Tom!"

And they both burst out laughing at the notion, and went in and changed
their flannels.  And Buller lit his candle and mugged at a German
exercise till the supper-bell rang.

Half-holidays did not necessarily preclude work in the tutor's pupil-
rooms, which was preparatory to that in school, though practically the
hours of recreation were never interfered with in fine weather.  But
after the hour of "All In," as the local phrase went, when the roll was
called, and every boy had to be in for the night, an hour which varied
with the time of the year, it was different.  And on this Saturday
evening Mr Cookson had some arrears of Historical Theme correction to
make up.  For since history plays a considerable part in modern
competitive examinations, every boy had to read up a certain portion of
some standard work every week, and write a theme upon it, without the
book, in the pupil-room.  This theme was looked over with him by his
tutor before being sent in to the head-master, and if it did not reach a
certain standard it was torn up, and he had to read the subject again
and write another one.  Edwards was one of the essayists whose paper had
not yet been examined, and he stood at this tutor's elbow while he read
it over.  "`After he had been some years in England Sir Elijah Impey was
tried by Doctors' Commons.'" "_House_ of Commons, boy," said Mr
Cookson, "people are not impeached at Doctors' Commons, that's where
wills are proved," and he made a correction,--"`and proved he hadn't
murdered the rajah.  And so Sir Philip Francis, the author of a book
called _Junius_, the writer of which was never discovered,'"--"why,
that's a bull;" Mr Cookson could not help chuckling as he made a dash
and a correction,--"`and deaf Burke,'"--"`I never heard that he was
deaf--oh, that was another man, a prize-fighter, ho, ho, ho,
ahem!'"--"`and Burke were very much ashamed of themselves, and were
hissed, and never alluded to the subject, from which originated the
phrase of "burking the question,"'"--"Pooh, pooh, never make shots like
that:"--"`and Sir Elijah Impey was found Not Guilty, and all his
property was taken from him to pay the lawyers with.'" "Well, well, it's
not so bad," said Mr Cookson, signing his name at the bottom of the
last page.  "And now, Edwards," he added, turning and looking the boy
straight in the eyes, "I have a good mind to have you flogged."

"Me, sir!" exclaimed Edwards, turning pale; "what for, sir?"

"Doctor Jolliffe does not flog for many things, but there are certain
offences he never fails to visit with the utmost severity.  Smoking is
one of them."

"I assure you, sir, I have not--"

"Lying is another, so do not finish your sentence.  I can smell the
stale tobacco."

And indeed Edwards was wearing the jacket in which he had indulged in
that emetical luxury, his first cigar, two evenings previously.

"But really, sir, it is no lie," he urged; "I have not been smoking, and
I cannot tell where the smell comes from, unless it is my jacket, which
I wore in the holidays, when I sat in the room with my father when he
was having his cigar sometimes, and which has been in my box till the
other day.  I am certain it cannot be my breath or anything else."

"Come nearer; no, your breath and hair are free from the taint.  Well,
it may be as you say, and I am loth to suspect you of falsehood.  But
listen to me, my boy; I am not assuming that you have been smoking,
mind, but only, as we are on the subject, that you might do so.  It may
seem very arbitrary that the rules against it are so very severe,
considering how general the practice is, but they are wise for all that.
However harmless it may be for those who have come to their full
growth, smoking tobacco is certainly very injurious to lads who are not
matured.  And indeed until the habit is acquired--it affects the
digestion and the memory of every one.  Now, in these days of
competitive examinations, when every young fellow on entering life has
to struggle to get his foot on the first rung of the ladder, and all his
future prospects depend on his doing better than others, how
inexpressibly silly it is for him to handicap himself needlessly by
taking a narcotic which confuses his brain and impairs his memory, and
which affords him no pleasure whatever.  I treat you as a rational
being, and appeal to your common sense, and speak as your friend.  Now,

Edwards was not such a ready liar as you may think him, though he
certainly prevaricated.  He _had_ worn that jacket in his father's
smoking-room, and it _had_ lain in his box during the early part of the
term.  He had not smoked again since the occasion commemorated, and that
was two days previously, and he persuaded himself that his tutor's
question applied to that day.  But he knew in his heart that it didn't,
and with the kind tones of his tutor's voice ringing in his ears he felt
as if he ought to be kicked.

But when he went up to his room he found Saurin there, and any feelings
of self-reproach he had had soon melted away.

"What's up, now?" asked his friend.  "You look as if you had seen a

"I nearly got into an awful row, I can tell you!" replied Edwards.  "My
tutor smelt my jacket of smoke while he was correcting my theme."

"By Jove!  And how did you get out of it?"

"I told him I had worn the jacket in my father's smoking-room."

"Ha, ha, ha! that was a good un.  Well done, old fellow!  I did not
think you had so much presence of mind.  You will make your way yet."

Edwards was on the point of protesting that what he said was the fact,
but his guide, philosopher, and friend seemed so much pleased with the
ingenuity of his plea that he could not bear to rob himself of the
credit of it, and so he looked as knowing as he conveniently could, and
chuckled, taking a pride in what five minutes before he was ashamed of.

"That's the worst of cigar-smoking, the smell clings so to the clothes
and hair.  Now, a pipe is much easier to get sweet again after, unless,
of course, you carry it about in your pocket.  Wore the jacket in your
father's smoking-room about a month ago! and old Cookson was soft enough
to swallow that.  How old Slam would chuckle!  I must tell him."

"Do you know, I am not quite certain that my tutor did altogether
believe that I had not been smoking," said Edwards, his conscience
stirring again a little bit now that he saw the man who had spoken so
kindly to him incurring the terrible risk of forfeiting Saurin's esteem
through a false imputation of too great credulity.  "You see, he's a
good-natured chap, and I think he wanted to believe if he could, and as
my hair and breath did not smell, he gave me the benefit of the doubt."

"Thought it would bring discredit on his house if it were known to
contain a monster who smoked tobacco," said Saurin, "and so was glad to
pretend to believe the papa-smoking-room story.  Well, it is possible;
old Cookson may not be so great a fool as he looks.  Anyhow, I am glad
for your sake that he did not report you; old Jolliffe would not have
been humbugged.  He would have said, `Your jacket stinks of tobacco, and
jackets don't smoke of themselves.'  And you would have got it hot, old
fellow, for Jolliffe is mad against smoking."



Saurin's master passion of vanity caused him to be fond of low company.
This may sound odd to some, because many vain people are sycophants, who
will do anything to be seen in the company of persons of title or high
social position, and who cut the acquaintance of old friends, and even
benefactors when they dare and can do without them, when they are of
inferior grade.  These are contented to shine with a reflected light;
but Saurin's pride was of a different description, and he chafed at
being a satellite, and always wanted to figure as a sun, the centre of
his companions, who must revolve around him.  How small a sun did not
matter.  And so, though really possessed of considerable abilities, he
was happier when in the company of boors and clodhoppers, who owned his
superiority and deferred to all he said, than he was with his equals,
who presumed to question his opinions, differ in their tastes, and laugh
at his failures.  This natural disposition had, unfortunately, been
fostered by circumstances.  He was an only child, born in India, and had
been sent over to England in his early infancy, and committed to the
care of an uncle.  His parents died before they could come home, and he
never knew them.  His uncle and guardian lost his wife very soon after
the boy was sent to him.  He was older and had settled in life very much
earlier than his brother, and his two children (girls) were married and
living, at a distance.  He resided nominally in the country, but after
his wife's death lived a great deal in London.  So there was no one to
look properly after the orphan, who associated with grooms and
gamekeepers, and played with the village boys.  Unfortunately the best
of these went to work, and it was only the idle good-for-nothings who
were available as playmates.  When his uncle had an inkling of what was
going on he sent him to school, where he did not get on badly so far as
learning was concerned, but unfortunately he did not unlearn the lessons
taught him by bumpkin ne'er-do-weels, and when he went home for the
holidays he renewed his acquaintance with them with fresh zest.  He had
a good voice, and would sing to the revellers at harvest homes and other
rural festivities as they sipped their ale, and delighted in their
applause and wonder at his cleverness, and in the deference they paid
him.  When he went to Weston his ambition took at first a higher flight,
and he dreamed of dominating the school.  With this idea he began to
study with some ardour, and his natural ability enabled him to make good
progress.  At all the games in which success brought consideration he
also tried to attain proficiency, and he endeavoured in every way he
could think of to court popularity.  But there were others as clever and
cleverer than himself, as good and better at football, running, and
cricket, and very many whose manners and disposition were more
attractive.  He had not got the patient persistency of Tom Buller, or
with his superior quickness he might have gone far towards success.  But
he wanted to establish his position at a jump, and every failure
discouraged and irritated him.  And so his efforts became more and more
spasmodic, and he confined himself to trying to become the head of a
clique.  But his overbearing vanity and selfishness would show itself
too glaringly at times, and many who accepted him as a leader at first
grew weary of him, and Edwards was his only really faithful follower.
Therefore he fell back upon Slam's, where certain young farmers of the
neighbourhood, for whom he sometimes provided drink, applauded his songs
and jokes, and fooled him to the top of his bent.  But he none the less
chafed at his want of appreciation in the school, and bitterly hated
Crawley, who in a great measure filled the place which he coveted.

Since the cricket match in which he had figured so ignominiously, Saurin
had become a confirmed loafer, and frequented the old reprobate's yard
almost daily.  And, indeed, a new attraction had been added to the
establishment.  Wobbler, the pedestrian, a candidate for the ten-miles
championship of Somersetshire, was residing there during his training
for that world-renowned contest.  It cannot be correctly said that
Wobbler was very good company, for indeed his conversational powers were
limited, which was perhaps fortunate, seeing that his language was not
very choice when he did speak.  But he was a man of varied
accomplishments; not only could he walk, but he could run, and swim, and
box.  Indeed he had only deserted the pugilistic for the pedestrian
profession because the former was such a poor means of livelihood,
closely watched as its members were by the police.  Now, Saurin had long
wished to learn to box, an art which was not included in the curriculum
of the Weston gymnasium, and here was an opportunity.  The professor's
terms were half-a-crown a lesson, provided there was a class of at least
four.  The ordinary allowance of pocket-money at Weston was
eighteenpence a week, _plus_ tips, _plus_ what was brought back to
school after the holidays.  In the words of Mr Slam, "it wouldn't run
to it."  There were seven occasional frequenters of the forbidden yard
who were anxious to acquire the rudiments of the noble art of self-
defence, but half-a-crown a lesson was a prohibitive tariff.  Indeed it
seemed contrary to principle to pay to learn anything.  Saurin hit on a
way out of the difficulty; he wrote this letter to his guardian:

  "My dear Uncle,--I should like to learn gymnastics, fencing, boxing,
  and those things, but the regular man appointed to teach such things
  here is a duffer, and makes it a bore, keeping you at dumb-bells and
  clubs and such stupid work for ever, just to make the course last out,
  for the charges are monstrous.  And so, hearing about this, Professor
  Wobbler, a first-rate instructor, I am told, has engaged a room in the
  neighbourhood, where he gives lessons at half-a-crown each, or a
  course of ten for one pound.  It has to be kept secret, because the
  man appointed by the school would have the boys forbidden to go there
  if he knew.  If you don't mind, will you please send the pound to me
  or to Professor Wobbler.  I will send you his receipt if you pay him
  through me.  Please do not mention the matter if it does not meet with
  your approval, as I should be very sorry to take the poor man's bread
  out of his mouth."

This part of the epistle, a cunning combination of the _suppressio veri_
and _suggestio falsi_, was given to all the others who were in the plot
to copy.  I am sorry to say that in several instances, including those
of Saurin and Edwards, it was successful, and the class was formed.

The professor was not beautiful to look at.  His forehead was low and
projecting, his eyes small, his nose flat, his lower jaw square and
massive.  Neither were his words of instruction characterised by that
elegance which public lecturers often affect, but they were practical
and to the point, which after all is the chief thing to be looked at.

"You stands easy like," he said to Saurin, who was taking his first
lesson in an unfurnished room of Slam's house, the fine weather having
terminated in a thunderstorm, and a wet week to follow.  "Don't plant
your feet as if you meant to grow to the floor, and keep your knees
straight--no, not stiff like that, I mean don't bend them.  You wants to
step forwards or to step backwards, quick as a wink, always moving the
rear foot first, or else you'd stumble over it and get off your balance,
and that would give t'other a chance.  You must be wary, wary, ready to
step up and hit, or step back out of reach.  Keep your heyes on
t'other's, and that will help you to judge the distance.  Take 'em off
for a bit of a second and you'll have his mawley well on your nose at
once.  Now, your left arm and fut in advance, not too much; keep your
body square to the front.  Your right arm across, guarding what we calls
the mark, that's just above the belt, where the wind is.  Let your left
play up and down free, your foot and body moving with it graceful like.
That's better.  Now, try to hit me in the face as hard as you can; you
won't do it, no fear; I should like to bet a pound to a shilling on that
every time, and I won't hold my hands up neither.  It's just to show yer
what judging the distance is."

Saurin hesitated at first, and hit gently; but urged to try his best he
at last struck out sharply, but could not reach the professor's visage.
Sometimes he turned it slightly to the right, sometimes to the left, and
the blow went past his ear.  Some times he just drew his head back, and
the pupil's fist came to within an inch of what he called his nose, but
never touched it.  This was a way the professor had of showing his
credentials--it was his unwritten diploma proving his efficiency to
instruct in the noble art.  After this the boxing gloves were put on,
and the pupil was directed to walk round the professor in a springy
manner, leading off at his face, the instructor throwing off the blows
with an upward movement of the right arm.  Next, after a pause for rest,
they went on again, Saurin leading off, the professor parrying and
returning the blow, slowly at first, then quicker as the pupil gained
skill and confidence in warding off the hit.  Then the instructor led
off, and the pupil parried and returned.  Then one, two, three, four.
And so the first lesson ended, and Stubbs, who was another of the class,
was taken in hand.  Now Stubbs had naturally let his beloved Topper
loose as he passed through the yard, and the dog followed him into the
room where the lesson was going on.  So long as Stubbs led off at the
professor Topper was quiet and happy; his master he thought was worrying
someone, it was his human equivalent to killing a rat; but when the
professor led off at _him_, the case was different, and Topper, without
warning, went straight at the supposed assailant's throat.  Fortunately
the professor had a bird's-eye handkerchief round his neck, which
protected it from the dog's teeth, for Topper sprang right up and fixed
him.  It was frightful to look at, but Stubbs had the presence of mind
to seize his animal round the throat with both hands immediately and
drag him away; his teeth were so firmly set in the handkerchief that
that came too.  No one is a hero at all hours, and Wobbler came as near
being frightened as a soldier or a pugilist can be supposed, without
libel, to do.  This made him angry, and he used language towards the dog
and his anatomy, and his own anatomy, which is not customary in polite
society.  Stubbs carried the offender down to his kennel and chained him
up, and on his return offered a peace-offering of beer, which was well
meant but unkind, seeing that the professor was in training and
restricted as to his potations.  However, Topper's fangs had not broken
the skin, thanks to the handkerchief, though certainly not to Topper.
Mr Wobbler recovered his equanimity, and affably condescended to
apologise for his remarks.

"I'm almost afeard as I swore, gents," he observed, and his fear was
certainly well founded.  "I was a trifled startled, you see, and
expressed myself as I felt, strong.  Bull-terriers is nice dogs, and I'm
very partial to them, in their proper place, but that's not a hanging on
to my wind pipe; at least that's _my_ opinion.  But I'm sorry if I spoke
rough, which is not in my habits.  Nobody can say that Job Wobbler is
uncivil to his backers or his patrons."

A speech which was perhaps rather lacking in dignity for a professor.
The lesson then went on, and was succeeded by others, sometimes in the
room, sometimes in the orchard, according to the weather.  And when the
pupils had attained a certain degree of proficiency they were paired off
against one another, first for leads-off, at the head, parry and return
at the body, stop and return at the head, and so forth.  Finally, for
loose sparring, the professor standing by and stopping them when they
got wild, or began punching indiscriminately.  Saurin made considerable
progress, and was a long way the best of the class--so much so, indeed,
that he had to play lightly with the others, or they would not all set
to with him.  Even such a critic as Slam expressed his approval, and
this superiority was sugar and sack to Saurin, being indeed the first
consolation he had received since the mortification of being turned out
of the eleven.  But, alas! sparring was not a recognised item of Weston
athletics, and he could not gain the applause of the whole school by his
proficiency, which was only known to a very few of the initiated.
Unless, indeed,--and here a thought which had long lain dormant in his
mind, for the first time assumed a distinct shape.  Suppose he happened
to come to an open outbreak with Crawley, and it ended in a fight, what
an opportunity it would be to gratify his ambition and his hatred at the
same time!  He did not actually plan anything of the kind, or say to
himself that he would pick a quarrel.  The idea was merely a fancy, a
daydream.  Man or boy must be bold as well as bad deliberately to form a
scheme for bringing about an encounter with a formidable enemy, and
Saurin was not particularly bold, certainly not rashly so, and Crawley
would be likely to prove a very awkward customer.  Instructors of any
sort, whether they are professors of mathematics, or Hebrew, or of
dancing, or boxing, have this in common, that they are sure to take a
special interest in apt pupils; and so Mr Wobbler paid more attention
to Saurin than to the others, and showed him certain tricks, feints, and
devices which he did not favour everybody with.  He also gave him some
hints in wrestling, and taught him the throw called the cross-buttock.
Saurin used likewise to go to the highroad along which the professor
took his daily walks in preparation for his match, and sometimes held
the stop-watch for him, and learned how to walk or run in a way to
attain the maximum of speed with a minimum of exertion.  The mere
learning to box, and the necessary association with a man like Wobbler,
would not have done the boys much harm of itself.  The deception
practised in order to obtain the money to pay him with, and the skulking
and dodging necessary for approaching and leaving Slam's premises
without being seen, were far more injurious to them, especially since
the great freedom allowed to the boys at Weston was granted on the
assumption that they would not take advantage of it to frequent places
which were distinctly forbidden.  And to do them justice, the great
majority felt that they were on honour, and did not abuse the trust.
But for Saurin, and for Edwards and a few others who followed Saurin's
lead, the mischief did not end here.  Mr Wobbler sometimes unbended--
Mr Saurin was such a "haffable gent" there was no resisting him--and
told anecdotes of his past experiences, which were the reverse of
edifying.  It was a curious fact that every action upon which he prided
himself, or which he admired in his friends, was of a more or less
fraudulent nature; and Mr Slam, who was always present on these
occasions, shared these sentiments, and contributed similar
reminiscences of his own.  It was true that the boys looked upon these
two, and upon the young sporting farmers who sometimes dropped in, and
boasted of poaching, and horse-cheating exploits in a spirit of
emulation, as "cads," who had a different code from their own; but it is
very difficult to associate with persons of any station in life who
think it clever to defraud others, and consider impunity as the only
test of right or wrong, and to laugh at their dishonourable tricks,
without blunting our own moral sense.  We cannot touch pitch without
being defiled.

Another great evil was the beer-drinking, at any time, whether they were
thirsty or not, which went on.  Worse still, spirits were sometimes
introduced.  The frequenters of Slam's spent all their pocket-money at
that place in one way or another; and the pity of it was, that most of
them would much rather, certainly at starting, have laid it out in
oyster-patties, strawberry messes, and ices, than in forming habits
which they would very probably give their right arms to be rid of in
after-life.  The best hope for them, next to being found out, was that
their course of boxing lessons would soon be over, and Mr Wobbler would
go away to walk his match and clear out of the neighbourhood, and that
then they would give up frequenting this disreputable hole before the
bad habits which they were so sedulously acquiring got a complete hold
upon them.  As it was at present, Topper was the only living being that
had tried to do a good turn for them; if he had succeeded in worrying
the professor, the whole clique would have broken up.



Many Weston boys who had nothing to do with Slam, who did not care for
ratting, and saw no fun in being the proprietor of a dog that could only
be seen occasionally and by stealth, took a perfectly legitimate
interest in Wobbler as a competitor in the Somersetshire ten-miles
championship, and when it became generally known that he was training in
the neighbourhood (which was not for some time, nor until the number of
boxing lessons subscribed for by the Saurin class had been pretty well
exhausted), a good many repaired when time allowed to the nice bit of
straight highroad some two miles off where the pedestrian pounded along
daily, with his body inclined somewhat forward, his arms held in front
of his chest, a little stick in his right hand, fair heel and toe, at a
rate of over seven miles in the hour.  A group, of which Penryhn was
one, were walking in that direction one afternoon, when Buller overtook
them at a sharp run, pulling up alongside his friend.

"So you have come then after all?" said Penryhn.

"Yes," replied Buller, mopping his forehead.  "I finished the task I set
myself directly after you started, and thought I could catch you up.
But it's hot!"

"Is it true that you have been elected into the house eleven?"

"Yes," replied Buller; "it seems rum, doesn't it?"

"I don't know why it should.  I am sure I am very glad, old fellow, for
I know that you wished it."

"Well, yes I did.  I am uncommonly fond of cricket, don't you see, and
have tried hard to improve."

"That you must have done, by Jove!  But how was it?"

"Well, Robarts said something to Crawley, and Crawley came up to me the
day before yesterday and said he had heard that I could bowl a bit;
would I come and give him a few balls.  So I went and bowled to him for
an hour, and the result was that he called a house meeting, and I was
put into the eleven."

"You will be in the school eleven next year, you see."

"I don't know," replied Buller; "it depends on how I get on, you know.
I might make a regular mull of it."

"Bosh! not you; you have gone on improving too steadily for that," said
Penryhn confidently.  "This is one of the milestones the chap comes to;
he will be here presently if we wait.  What's the row over there?"

"Oh! one of those men with images, and some of our fellows, Saurin,
Edwards, and that lot, chaffing him."

An Italian with a large tray of plaster of Paris figures on his head was
tramping from one town to another, and seeing the groups of boys
gathered in different parts of the road, thought he might do a stroke of
business, so taking down the tray he solicited attention.

"I makes them all myself; I am poor man, but artist."

"Ah! and how do you sell them?" asked Saurin.

"Sheap, oh mosh too sheap; what you like to give."

"Will you take a shilling for the whole lot?"

"Oh! young gentleman, you make fun, you joke.  Ha, ha!  One shilling for
the beautiful little statues!  What joke!"

"Too much, is it?  I thought so; not but what they would make capital

A large pile of flints, hammered into a convenient size and form for
missiles, lay handy, ready for repairing the road, and the coincidence
caused Saurin's idea to become popular at once.

"Let's have one for a cockshy.  Here's Bismark."

"He's a German, and I hate German; most abominable language I have had
to tackle yet.  Stick Bismark up on that gate, and we will shy from the
other side of the road.  Stick him up, I say, you jabbering idiot."

"Oh! sare, what pity to throw stone at the beautiful cast!  Buy him and
take him home, no break him."

In spite of his remonstrances the great chancellor was set up on the
five-barred gate, and the boys began to pelt him from the heap of stones
on the opposite side of the road.

"And who is to pay me for my beautiful images?" asked the Italian, in
some trepidation for his money, it being difficult to say which of all
these eccentric young savages was the actual purchaser.

"Oh! whoever does not hit it shall owe you for it."

"But I should like that you pay now, before you throw."

"Why, you idiot, how can we tell who hits and who misses beforehand.
Stand out of the way can't you!"

"Good shot!"  "That was near."  "That has got him!" and down went the
bust in fragments.  Then a Cupid was exposed to missiles far more
substantial than his own, and succumbed.  His mama was next sent up by
these young Goths; fancy Venus herself being put in the pillory and
stoned!  What one thing after that could they be expected to respect?
Not the infant Samuel, who, in spite of his supplicatory attitude, found
no pity.  Not Sir Garnet Wolseley, who was exposed to as hot a fire as
he had ever been under before, with worse luck; not Mr Gladstone, nor
Minerva, nor Tennyson.  The spirit of mischief, the thirst for
destruction, grew wilder by gratification, and soon the whole stock of
models was reduced to a heap of plaster fragments.

"Ah! well, I have sell them all quick to-day," said the Italian, putting
a good face on the business, which yet looked to him rather doubtful,
and it is very rare for people to indulge in mischief at their own
expense.  "It is twenty shilling, one pound you owe me, sare," he added
to Saurin.

"I owe you!" cried Saurin.  "I like that!  Why, I hit more of them than
anyone else, and it was those who missed the lot who were to be
responsible.  Go to them, man."

"Oh! gentleman, kind gentleman, you are making fun of me.  You speak to
me first; you say, `Put up the figures for shy.'  I poor man, you
gentleman.  You laugh!  Give me my money, you sare, or you, or you;" and
the Italian grasped his long black hair with both hands, and danced
about in a manner which amused his tormentors greatly, and their
laughter put him a rage.

"You rob me," he cried, "I will go to the police; I will have you put in
prison if you no pay me.  Give me my money."

"We will make a cockshy of you if you don't look out," said one; and
another actually threw a stone at him, an example which others were
preparing to follow, when Crawley, with a group of boys who had seen
nothing of the early part of the business, came up, and seemed inclined
to take the Italian's part.  The aggressors dropped their stones quietly
and began to slip away.

"It's a beastly shame, and a disgrace to the school," said Crawley
indignantly.  Saurin heard him as he hurried off, and if he had had any
money in his pocket he would have turned back, thrown it to the image
man, and asked Crawley what he meant.  But being without funds he was
obliged to make off while he could, or the Italian would fix on him and
follow him home.  For to break away and show him a fair pair of heels
across country would be impossible after an altercation with his school-
fellow; it would be putting himself in too humiliating a position.  So
he walked on at a sharp pace, choking with suppressed passion.

"Where he live, that fellow; where he live?" cried the Italian.  "Per
Baccho, I will have the police to him!  You know him, excellenza; tell
me where he live?"

"I will not tell you that," said Crawley.  "But here's half-a-crown for

A considerable number of boys had now collected, and as example, whether
for good or evil, has an extraordinary effect on either boys or men, a
collection was started.  Some gave a shilling, some sixpence, and a sum
of ten shillings was made up altogether, which was probably quite as
much as the figures were worth.  So the Italian calmed down and dried
his eyes, for he had been crying like a child, and with a profusion of
thanks took up his board and went his way.  And it being time to go back
to Weston, all the boys started off in that direction, leaving Mr
Wobbler to tramp backwards and forwards between his milestones in
solitude.  Of course some kind friend told all this to Saurin, and it
exasperated him still more, if that was possible.  One thing he was
determined upon, Crawley must be repaid the money he had given to the
Italian figure-seller at once.  After hunting in all his waistcoat
pockets and his drawers he could only raise eighteenpence, so he went to
Edwards' room.

"Look here, old fellow," he said; "lend me a shilling till Monday, I
want it particularly."

"I'm awfully sorry," replied Edwards, "I have not got one."

"I'll pay you back on Monday, honour bright."

"I know you would; it isn't that.  I assure you I am not making excuses;
you should have it directly if it were possible; but I am as penniless
as a fellow can be, not so much as a postage-stamp have I got."

"I must get a shilling somehow; whom to ask?"

"Ask Griffiths; he always has money," suggested Edwards.

"Hang the fellow, yes," said Saurin.  "But he will make such a favour of
it if he lends it, and he is just as likely as not to refuse.  I have
it, though!  He offered me half-a-crown for my crossbow last term, and I
would not let him have it; he shall now."

The crossbow in question was an ingenious little thing about six inches
long, the bow of steel, the string of catgut, the stock and barrel of
wood, and it projected marbles or spherical bullets with very
considerable force.  It would raise a bump on the head at twenty yards,
and break a window at thirty.  Griffiths also lived in Mr Cookson's
house, so that Saurin had only to go to his own room, get out, dust, and
rub up the article, which had lain in a corner forgotten, and go up the
other staircase.

"I say, Griffiths," he began; "in turning out some old things I have
just come across this little steel bow which you wanted to buy of me,
you know.  I am tired of it now, and so you can have it if you like.
Half-a-crown, I think, you said that you would give, was it not?"

Griffiths coveted the toy as much or more than ever he had done, but he
was a born dealer; and when he saw that the other was anxious to sell he
assumed indifference in order to lower the price.

"Why, you see," he said, "last term is not this term.  I was pretty
flush just then, and had a fancy for the thing.  Now the money has gone,
and I don't so much care."

"You won't have it then? oh! very well; all right."

"Stop, don't be in a hurry; I'll give you eighteenpence for it."

"Make it two shillings," urged Saurin.

"No; eighteenpence or nothing," Griffiths persisted.

"You old Jew!  Well, here it is then," said Saurin.

"Have you got a shilling?" asked Griffiths.  "I have only got half-a-
crown; but if you can give me change--"

Saurin took the coin, giving back a shilling without further remark.  He
was thinking that it would be more effective to offer Crawley the larger
coin, instead of fumbling with small money, and the notion pleased him.
Besides he was not particularly disappointed; so long as he got what he
wanted at the moment, it was not his nature to look much further.  But
he did not sleep much that night.  Again this Crawley had scored off
him, by putting himself in the position of generous benefactor and
chivalrous defender of the weak, with him (Saurin) for his foil.  There
was one comfort; he was not so much afraid of Crawley as he did not
conceal from himself that he had once been.  Hitherto he had feared that
if it came to a quarrel, he would not get the best of it, and this had
caused him to restrain himself on many occasions when he had longed to
give vent to his feelings.  But, now that he had skill and science on
his side, the case was different, and the balance in his favour; and if
this wonderful Crawley, whom everybody made such a fuss about, did not
like what he had to say to him, he might do the other thing.

The boys were gathered about the quadrangle in groups, waiting to go in
for eight o'clock school, for the different class-rooms were not open
till the master of each came with his key and unlocked the door, by
which time all the class were expected to be outside, ready to go in
with him.  And so it was the custom to assemble rather early, and now,
though it was ten minutes to the hour by the big clock, the majority had
arrived.  Directly Saurin came he looked for Crawley, and saw him
standing chatting with some other fellows.  He walked straight up to

"Oh, Crawley!" he said, "I hear that you paid that Italian blackguard
half-a-crown for his broken crockery yesterday, and since he made his
claim upon _me_, though I owed him nothing, I don't choose to let it
look as if you had paid anything for me, so here is your money back;"
and he tendered the half-crown, which the other did not put his hand out
to receive.  This exasperated Saurin still more.  "Take it," he said;
"only I'll thank you not to be so confoundedly officious again."

"I don't want your money," said Crawley quietly.  "You are entirely
mistaken; I paid nothing for you.  If I knew the image man's address I
would forward him your half-crown, but I do not.  So you must hunt it up
for yourself if you want to make restitution."

"But you paid him the money."

"That was an act of private charity.  The man whom you call a
blackguard--I don't know why, for _he_ had not been destroying any
defenceless person's property--had had a scoundrelly trick played him,
and I and some other fellows got up a subscription for him, as anyone
with a spark of gentlemanly feeling would be inclined to do.  I am sorry
that your contribution is tendered too late, but so it is."

"So you call me a blackguard and a scoundrel, do you?" hissed Saurin,
who was quite beside himself with rage; and certainly Crawley's speech
was the reverse of soothing.  "You stuck-up, hypocritical, canting,
conceited prig, I should like to break your nose for you."

"Break away, my hearty," said Crawley, putting his hands up; "but I am
not a plaster of Paris image, mind you, and can hit back."

The sneer was another spur to Saurin's passion; his temples throbbed as
if they would burst, and his look was as evil as a painter, wanting a
model for Mephistopheles, could have desired, as he sprang at his enemy
with an inarticulate cry, and struck at him with all his force.  The
boys closed round them, eager, expectant, those at a distance running
up.  But blows were hardly exchanged before someone cried, "Look out;
here's the Doctor!" and the combatants were separated, and the crowd
dispersed in an instant.

"We will meet again, I hope," said Saurin.

"Any time you like," replied Crawley.

"On Saturday afternoon in The Dell, then."

"I shall be there, and I hope we shall not be interrupted."  And they
walked off in different directions, trying to look as if nothing was the
matter, which was not so easy, Saurin being hardly able to restrain his
excitement, and Crawley being flushed about the forehead, where the
other's fist had struck him; otherwise he was no more discomposed than
usual, and, being put on to construe soon after entering the school,
acquitted himself very well and with the most perfect _sang froid_.
Fortunately Saurin was not subjected to the same ordeal or he would have
been considerably flustered, if not totally unable to fix his mind on
the subject; and he might have excited suspicion as to something unusual
going on, which again might have caused inquiry, and so spoiled sport.
But he was not called up, the redness of Crawley's brow remained
unnoticed, and all was satisfactory.  This was Thursday, so there was a
day's intermission before the fight, which was the general school topic.
The weather, which had been very fine in the early part of the term,
had broken up, the sodden grass was unfavourable for cricket and lawn-
tennis, so that this little excitement came in just at the convenient
time.  I wonder why everything connected with fighting is so
interesting!  Little children love playing at soldiers best of all
games, and delight in destroying whole tin armies with pea-shooting
artillery.  With what silent eagerness the newspapers are devoured in
war-time when the details of a battle appear!  If two cocks in a farm-
yard get at one another the heaviest bumpkin from the plough-tail, who
seems incapable of an emotion, grows animated.  I suppose it is because
of the animal nature of which we partake which frequently excites us to
prey on other animals and quarrel with one another.  Fights were very
rare at Weston, but they took place occasionally, and there was even a
traditional spot called the Fairies' Dell, or more commonly The Dell,
where they were brought off.  But for a boy of the standing and position
of Crawley,--in the highest form, captain of the eleven, secretary and
treasurer of the cricket and football clubs--to be engaged in such an
affair was unprecedented, and the interest taken in it was so great as
to set the whole school in a ferment.  The dislike borne by Saurin to
the other was well known, as also that he had attributed his expulsion
from the eleven to him, though unjustly, since public opinion had been
well nigh unanimous on the point.  As for the chances of the combatants,
only the small clique who frequented Slam's, most of whom had seen him
sparring with the gloves, favoured that of Saurin.  The general idea was
that the latter was mad to try conclusions with one so superior to him
in every way, and that Crawley would lick him into fits in about ten
minutes.  As for the champions themselves, they awaited the ordeal in
very different frames of mind.  To Crawley the whole thing was an
unmitigated bore.  It would get him into some trouble with the
authorities probably; it was inconsistent with his position in the
school, and was setting a bad example; then he could hardly expect to
avoid a black eye, and it was only three weeks to the holidays, by which
time his bruises would hardly have time to disappear.  His family were
staying for the summer at Scarborough, and his sisters wrote him
enthusiastic accounts of the lawn-tennis parties there.  How could he
present himself in decent society, with one of his eyes in mourning?
But he saw something comic in his own annoyance, and it did not affect
him sufficiently to interfere with his studies or amusements.  He
neither feared the contest nor desired it.  He had no wish to quarrel
with Saurin, a fellow he did not care for, it is true, but whom he did
not think sufficiently about to dislike.  He thought rather better of
him for having the pluck to attack him, and was a little ashamed of his
own bitter words which had goaded the other into doing it.  But really
the fellow had addressed him in such an overbearing and insolent manner
that he could not help replying as he did.  After all, if he had to
fight someone, he would rather it were Saurin than anyone else, since he
appeared to hate him so much.

But if Crawley was cool about the matter, his antagonist was very much
the reverse.  When his passion expended itself, he was not free from
apprehension of the consequences of what he had done.  Supposing he were
ignominiously defeated, after having provoked the contest, what a
humiliating position he would be placed in?  In every way in which he
had competed with Crawley he had hitherto been worsted, and he could not
help fearing lest this superiority should still be maintained.  However,
the die was cast, he was in for it now, and must go through with it as
best he could, and, after all, his recently acquired skill must stand
him in good stead.  Reason in this way as he might, however, he was
nervous, and could not settle to anything for long.  On Friday night,
while Crawley was working in his room, there came a knock at the door,
and when he called out, "Come in!"  Tom Buller entered.

"I have got something I want to tell you, Crawley," he said.  "I have
just found out that Saurin has been taking lessons in boxing."

"Oh! of whom?  Stubbs, Edwards, or someone equally formidable?"

"No; of Wobbler the pedestrian, who was once a pugilist, and who has
been giving boxing lessons at Slam's."

"Oh!  I see, that is what has screwed his courage up to the proper
pitch.  I understand it all now."

"Yes, but avoid wrestling with him; he is good at the cross-buttock, I
hear.  May I be your second?"

"Certainly you may, if you like; Robarts is the other, and thank you for
wishing it, Buller."



Beyond the fields where cricket was played there was a little wood, and
in this wood a circular hollow, like a pond, only there was no water in
it.  It was a wonderful spot for wild flowers in the spring, and that
was probably the reason why some romantic person had named it The
Fairies' Dell.  The boys, who were not romantic, as a rule, dropped the
Fairies, and called it The Dell.  As has been said, this spot was chosen
as the arena for the few fistic encounters which the annals of Weston
could enumerate, and a better place for the purpose there could hardly
be.  There was plenty of room for a ring at the bottom, and the gently
sloping sides would accommodate a large number of spectators, all of
whom had a good sight of what was going on, while the whole party were
concealed from view.

At four o'clock on the Saturday afternoon this hollow was thickly
studded with Westonians, and all the best places taken.  The masters
usually took advantage of the half-holiday to go out somewhere for the
afternoon, but still ordinary precautions to avoid observation had not
been neglected.  The boys did not repair to the appointed spot in large
noisy bodies, but in small groups, quietly and unostentatiously.  Some
of them took their bats and balls out, and began playing at cricket, and
then stole off to the rendezvous, which was close to them.  Saurin was
first on the ground; he stood under the trees at the edge of the dell
with Edwards and Stubbs, who acted as his seconds, trying to laugh and
chat in an unconcerned manner, but he was pale, could hardly keep
himself still in one position, and frequently glanced stealthily in the
direction by which the other would come.  Not to blink matters between
the reader and myself, he was in a funk.  Not exactly a _blue_ funk, you
know, but still he did not half like it, and wished he was well out of

Presently there was a murmur, and a movement, and Crawley, with Robarts
and Tom Buller on each side of him, and a knot of others following,
appeared.  Without saying a word both boys went down the sides of the
dell to the circular space which had been carefully left for them at the
bottom, took off their jackets, waistcoats, and braces, and gave them to
their seconds, who folded them up and laid them aside, tied pocket-
handkerchiefs round their waists, turned up the bottoms of their
trousers, and stepped into the middle of the arena.

"Won't you offer to shake hands?" said Stubbs to Saurin.  "I believe it
is usual on such occasions."

"Pooh!" replied Saurin, "that is in friendly encounters, to show there
is no malice.  There is plenty of malice here, I can promise you."  He
finished rolling up his shirt sleeves to the armpits as he spoke, and
walked to the middle of the ring, where Crawley confronted him.  All
were wrapped in breathless attention as the two put up their hands, and
every note of a thrush singing in a tree hard by could be distinctly

The two boys were just about the same height and age, but Crawley had a
slightly longer reach in the arms, and was decidedly more "fit" and
muscular.  But, on the other hand, it was evident directly they put
their hands up, that Saurin was the greatest adept at the business.  The
carriage of his head and body, and the way he worked his arm and foot
together, showed this.  He moved round his adversary, advancing,
retiring, feinting, watching for an opening.  Crawley stood firm, with
his eyes fixed on those of his antagonist, merely turning sufficiently
to face him.  At length Saurin, judging his distance, sent out his left
hand sharply, and caught Crawley on the right cheekbone.  Crawley hit
back in return, but beat the air; Saurin was away.  Again Saurin came
weaving in, and again he put a hit in without a return.  The same thing
happened a third, a fourth, and a fifth time, and then Crawley, stung by
the blows, went at the other wildly, hitting right and left, but, over-
reaching himself, lost his balance and rolled over.  The lookers on were
astonished; they had expected Saurin to be beaten from the first, and
though Crawley was so popular, murmurs of applause were heard, such is
the effect of success.  Buller knelt on his left knee so that Crawley
might sit on his right.  In the same manner Saurin sat on Edwards' knee.
Saurin's face had not been touched, while that of Crawley was flushed
and bleeding.

"You will not be able to touch his face just yet," said Buller.  "Fight
at his body and try to hit him in the wind.  And never mind what I said
yesterday about closing with him, we must risk his cross-buttock, and
your superior strength may serve you."

"Time! time!" cried the boys, and the antagonists jumped up from their
seconds' knees, and met again.  Saurin had lost all his nervousness now;
his superiority was evident, and he felt nothing but triumph and
gratified malice.  He did not stop to spar now, but directly he was
within reach hit out with confidence.  Crawley took the blow without
flinching or attempting to parry it, and sent his right fist with all
his strength into Saurin's ribs, just as Buller had directed him.
Saurin recovered himself, and the round went on, Crawley being further
mauled about the face, neck, and head, but getting a hit in now on the
other's body, now a round right-hander on his side or the small of his
back.  In the end they grappled, wrestled, and rolled over together, and
were then helped by their seconds to their respective corners.  Saurin's
face was still untouched, but he puffed and panted for breath, and
seemed to feel the effect of the body blows.

"That is capital," said Buller to Crawley; "stick to that for the
present, he will soon begin to tire."

"Why, Buller, you seem to be quite up to this sort of thing!" said
Robarts in surprise.

"My elder brother went in for the Queensbury cups, and is always talking
about boxing and fighting: that's how I know," replied Buller quietly.

"And that is why you wished to be my second?" asked Crawley, who, though
his face was a pitiable object, was perfectly cool and self-possessed,
and not a bit blown or tired.

"Yes," replied Buller; and "Time!" was again called.

The mass of the spectators looked upon the fight as won by Saurin
already, and all the cheering was for him now.  This opinion was further
strengthened presently, for Crawley, seeing his antagonist panting,
thought that at last he might get on equal terms with him, and rushed in
to fight at close quarters, but he was met by a straight blow from
Saurin's left fist right between the eyes, which knocked him fairly down
on the broad of his back, where he lay quite dazed for a moment, till
Robarts and Buller assisted him to his corner.  The cheering and the
cries of "Bravo, Saurin!"  "Well hit, Saurin!" were loud and long; many
thought that Crawley would not come up again.  But though puffed about
both eyes, and with a considerably swollen nose, Crawley was soon all
right again, and as lively as when he began.

"If I only could mark him!" he said to his seconds.  "It is so absurd to
see him with his face untouched."

"Wait a bit," replied Buller.  "Keep on pegging at his body and
wrestling; I'll tell you when to go for his face.  He is getting weaker
for all that hit last round."

This was true, for Saurin's blows, though they got home, had no longer
the force they had at first.  In one round, after a severe struggle, he
threw Crawley heavily, but the exertion told more upon himself than upon
the one thrown.  And he began to flinch from the body blows, and keep
his hands down.  Loafing, beer-drinking, and smoking began to tell their
tale, in fact, and at last Buller said, "Now you may try to give him one
or two in the face."

They had been at it nearly half an hour, and Crawley, who had been
taking hard exercise daily and leading a healthy temperate life, was as
strong as when he first took his jacket off.  He could hardly see out of
his right eye, and his face and neck were so bruised and tender that
every fresh blow he received gave him exquisite pain.  But his wits were
quite clear, he had not lost his temper, and when down, in a few minutes
he was ready to stand up again.  He easily warded off a nerveless blow
of his antagonist, returned it with one from his left hand on the body,
and then sent his right fist for the first time straight into Saurin's
face.  Saurin got confused and turned half round; Crawley following up
his advantage, followed him up step by step round the ring, and at last
fairly fought him down amidst cheers from the boys, the tide of
popularity turning in his favour again.

"You have marked him now, and no mistake," said Buller to Crawley as he
sat on his knee.  And there could be no doubt about that.  The revulsion
of feeling Saurin had gone through was great.  After establishing his
superiority, and feeling confident of an easy victory, to find his
adversary refuse so persistently to know when he was beaten!  To see him
come up time after time to take more hammering without flinching was
like a nightmare.  And he felt his own strength going from the sheer
exertion of hitting; and when he knocked Crawley down he hurt his left
hand, which it was painful to strike with afterwards.  Again, the body
blows he received and thought little of at first began to make him feel
queer, and now, when the other took a decided lead, he lost his head and
got wild.  For he was not thoroughly "game:" he had not got that
stubborn, somewhat sullen spirit of endurance which used to be so great
a characteristic of the English, and we will hope is not extinct yet,
for it would be sad indeed to think that it had passed away.  A
brilliant act of daring with plenty of spectators and high hope of
success is one thing; but to stand at bay when all chance seems gone,
determined to die hard and never give in, is quite another.  I like to
see a fellow spurting when he is distanced; catching his horse,
remounting, and going in pursuit after a bad fall; going back to his
books and reading harder than ever for another try directly the list has
come out without his name in it--never beaten, in short, until the last
remotest chance is over.  That is the spirit which won at Agincourt, at
Waterloo, at Meeanee, at Dubba, at Lucknow, at Rorke's Drift.  It was
this that Saurin was deficient in, and that would have now stood him in
such stead.  Edwards was not the one to infuse any of it into him, for
he was as much dismayed by the effects of the last round as his friend
himself.  Stubbs, indeed, tried to cheer him, inciting him to pull
himself together, spar for wind, and look out for a chance with his
sound right hand, but he was not a youth to carry influence with him.

In the next round Crawley closed with his adversary, who, when he at
last struggled loose, rolled ignominiously over on the ground, and in
point of beauty there was nothing to choose now between the visages of
the two combatants.

"I--I can't fight any more," said Saurin, as he was held up on Edwards'
knee, to which he had been dragged with some difficulty.

"Oh! have another go at him," urged Stubbs; "he is as bad as you are,
and you will be all right presently if you keep away a bit, and get down
the first blow.  Just get your wind, and science must tell."

"But I'm so giddy, I--I can't stand," said Saurin.

"Time!" was called, and Crawley sprang off his second's knee as strong
as possible, but he stood in the middle of the ring alone.

"It's no good; he can't stand," cried Edwards.  And then a tremendous
cheering broke out, and everybody pressed forward to congratulate
Crawley and pat him on the back.  But he made his way over to Saurin,
and offered to shake hands.

"It all luck," he said.  "You are better at this game than I am, and you
would have licked me if you had not hurt your left hand.  And look here,
I had no right to speak as I did.  And--and if you thought I wanted to
get you out of the eleven you were mistaken."

Saurin was too dazed to feel spiteful just then; he had a vague idea
that Crawley wanted to shake hands, and that it would be "bad form" to
hold back, so he put his right hand out and murmured something

"Stand back, you fellows," said Crawley, "he is fainting.  Give him a
chance of a breath of air."

And indeed Saurin had to be carried up out of the dell, laid on his back
under the trees, and have water dashed in his face, before he could put
on his jacket and waistcoat and walk back to his tutor's house.  And
when he arrived there he was in such pain in the side that he had to go
to bed.  Crawley himself was a sorry sight for a victor.  But his
discomforts were purely local, and he did not feel ill at all; on the
contrary, he was remarkably hungry.  Buller was with him when he washed
and changed his shirt, for he had been applying a cold key to the back
of his neck to stop the nose-bleeding, and now remained, like a
conscientious second, lest it should break out again.

"I say, Buller," said Crawley suddenly, "_you_ never go to Slam's, I

"Not I."

"Then how do you know such a lot about prize-fighting?"

"I told Robarts; my elder brother is very fond of everything connected
with sparring, and has got a lot of reports of matches, and I have read
all the prize-fights that ever were, I think.  I used to take great
interest in them, and thought I might remember something which would
come in useful.  There is a great sameness in these things, you know,
and the principles are simple."

"I am sure I am much obliged to you for offering to be my second; I
should have been licked but for you."

"I don't know that.  I think you would have thought of fighting at his
wind when you could not reach his face for yourself, and tired him out
anyhow.  But if I have been useful I am glad.  You took pains to try my
bowling when most fellows would have laughed at the idea; and there is
the honour of the house too.  What I feared was that you would not
follow what I said, but persist in trying to bore in."

"Why," replied Crawley, laughing, "Saurin backed up your advice with
such very forcible and painful examples of the common sense of it, that
I should have been very pig-headed not to catch your meaning.  But what
rot it all is!" he added, looking in the glass.  "A pretty figure I
shall look at Scarborough, with my face all the colours of the prism,
like a disreputable damaged rainbow!"

"There are three weeks yet to the holidays; you will be getting all
right again by then," said Buller.

"I doubt it; it does not feel like it now, at all events," replied
Crawley; and when supper-time came he was still more sceptical of a very
speedy restoration to his ordinary comfortable condition.  It was an
absurd plight to be in; he felt very hungry, and there was the food; the
difficulty was to eat it.  It hurt his lips to put it in his mouth--salt
was out of the question--and it hurt his jaws to masticate it, and it
hurt his throat to swallow it.  But he got it down somehow, and then
came prayers, conducted as usual every evening by Dr Jolliffe, who,
when the boys filed out afterwards, told him to remain.

"By a process of elimination I, recognising all the other boys in my
house, have come to the conclusion that you are Crawley," said the
doctor solemnly.

"Yes, sir," replied Crawley.

"Quantum mutatus ab illo!  I should not have recognised you.
Circumstantial evidence seems to establish the fact that you have
engaged in a pugilistic encounter."

"Yes, sir."

"And with whom?"

"I beg your pardon, sir; I hope that you will not insist on my telling.
It was my fault; we had a dispute, and I spoke very provokingly."

"Your mention of his name would not make much difference, if you were as
busy with your fists as he seems to have been.  But I am disappointed in
you, Crawley; it vexes me that a boy of your age and standing in the
school, and whose proficiency in athletic sports gives you a certain
influence, should brawl and fight like this."

"It vexes me too, sir, I assure you."

"You should have thought of that before."

"So I did, sir, and also of the figure I should cut when I went home."

"Well, certainly," said the doctor, unable to help smiling, "I do not
advise you to have your photograph taken just at present.  But you
know," he added, forcing himself to look grave again, "I cannot overlook
fighting, which is a very serious offence.  You must write a Greek theme
of not less than two pages of foolscap, on the Blessings of Peace, and
bring it me on Tuesday.  And apply a piece of raw meat, which I will
send up to your room, to your right eye."

Crawley ran up-stairs rejoicing, for he had got off easier than he
expected, and the application of raw meat gave him great relief, so that
next day the swellings had very much subsided, though his eyes were
blood-shot, and his whole face discoloured.  But Saurin did not come
round so soon: there were symptoms of inflammation which affected his
breathing, and induced his tutor, Mr Cookson, to send for the doctor,
who kept his patient in bed for two days.  He soon got all right again
in body, but not in mind, for he felt thoroughly humiliated.  This was
unnecessary, for it was agreed on all sides that he had made a first-
rate fight of it, and he decidedly rose in the estimation of his school-
fellows.  But Saurin's vanity was sensitive to a morbid degree, and he
brooded over his defeat.  A fight between two healthy-minded boys
generally results in a close friendship, and Crawley made several
overtures to his late antagonist; but as they were evidently not
welcome, he soon desisted, for after all Saurin was not one of "his
sort."  And the term, as it is the fashion now to call a "half," came to
an end, and though his wounds were healed, and his features restored to
their original shape, Crawley had to go to Scarborough like one of
Gibson's statues, tinted.



Saurin met with a disappointment when he returned home.  His uncle had
intended to go abroad and take him with him, but this intention was
frustrated by an attack of gout, which kept him to his country home,
where his nephew had to spend the entire vacation, and he found it the
reverse of lively.  Sir Richard Saurin's house stood in the midst of a
well-timbered park, and there were some spinneys belonging to the place
also.  At one time he had rented the shooting all round about, and
preserved his own woods; but it was a hunting country, and the havoc
made by foxes was found to be so great that he gave up preserving in
disgust, and so, growing lazy, made that an excuse for dropping the
other field shooting, which passed into different hands.  So now there
was no partridge-shooting, unless a stray covey chose to light in the
park, and there were very few pheasants, though the rabbits were pretty

Sir Richard, being free from any paroxysm of his complaint when his
nephew arrived, laughed at his black eye.

"Is that the result of your course of lessons in boxing?" he asked.

"Well, Uncle Richard, I should have come worse off if I had not had
them," replied Saurin; "but one cannot fight without taking as well as

"But why fight at all?  That is not what you are sent to school for."

"I never did before, and it is not likely to happen again, only I was
forced on this occasion to stand up for myself."

"Well, well," said Sir Richard, "I have something more serious to speak
to you about."

Saurin felt his heart beat; he feared for a moment that his visits to
Slam's, and the impositions he had practised, had been discovered; but
this was not the case.

"It is not a very good report I have received of you this time,"
continued his guardian.  "It seems that you have grown slack in
attention to your studies, and have not made the progress which might
fairly be expected from a boy of your age and abilities.  Now, it is
only right to warn you that the income left you by your father very
little more than covers the expense of your education; and since a
considerable portion of it consists of a pension, which will cease on
your being twenty-one, it will not be sufficient for your support, so
that you must make up your mind speedily what profession you will adopt,
and must exert every effort to get into it.  Our vicar here, a young man
newly come, is a mathematician and a good German scholar, two subjects
which gain good marks, I am told, in all these competitive examinations,
and I have made arrangements for you to read with him every morning for
a couple of hours."

This was not a very bright look-out for the summer holidays.  "Since it
was so very necessary for him to work, it was perhaps well that he
should not have too much to distract him," he said sarcastically; but
found some truth in the words, for he was forced into taking an interest
in a German novel which the clergyman, with some tact, chose for him to
translate.  But the life _was_ dull; when he sought out his former
companions, the village scapegraces, he found that there had been a
grand clear out of them; it was as if the parish had taken a moral
purgative.  Bill had enlisted; Tom, the worst of the lot, had (it was
his mother who spoke) "got into bad company and gone to Lunnon;" Dick
and Jim were in prison, and Harry had reformed and been taken into a
gentleman's stables.  Solitude!

His principal amusement was shooting rabbits.  September was close at
hand, and if he had sought the society of his equals, instead of making
a bad name in the neighbourhood in former years, he would probably have
had more than one invitation to better sport amongst the partridges; but
he had such an evil reputation that the gentlemen of the county did not
covet his society for their sons.  Now, rabbit shooting in the winter,
with dogs to hunt the bunnies through brushwood, furze, or bracken, so
that snap-shots are offered as they dart across open places, is very
good fun; but the only way Saurin had of getting at them at this season
was by lying in wait in the evening outside the woods and shooting them
when they came louping cautiously out.  He found excitement in this at
first, but it was impossible to miss such pot-shots for one thing, and
he got very few chances for another.  The report of the gun frightened
them all into the wood, not to venture out again for some time, probably
till it was too dark to distinguish them.  The only chance was, when a
rabbit had been got at one place, to go off at once to another wood at
some distance and lie in ambush again there.  In this way two, or at
most three shots might be got in the short period of dusk.  Fond as he
was of carrying a gun, Saurin found this sport unsatisfactory after a
week or so, though it was infinitely better than not shooting anything
at all.  But one day when he rode over to the county town, seven miles
off, for cartridges, he saw a small air-gun of a new and improved
pattern in the shop, which took his fancy very much indeed.  It was
beautifully finished, charged in the simplest way imaginable, and would
carry either a bullet or a small charge of shot, killing easily, the man
said, with the former at fifty yards, and with the latter at five-and-
twenty.  It would require some skill to hit a rabbit in the head with a
bullet; and as there was no report to speak of, only a slight crack,
killing or missing one would not scare the others.  The price was not
high, and as Sir Richard never objected to his having anything in reason
that he wanted, and was, moreover, glad that the rabbits who committed
sad havoc in the garden should be thinned down, he took it home with him
and tried it that evening.  Just about sunset he repaired to his
favourite spot, a clump of three trees growing close together, behind
which he could easily conceal himself.  A wood, full of thick
undergrowth, well nigh impenetrable, ran in front and made an angle to
the right, so that there were two sides from which the rabbits might
come out.  The air was perfectly still, not a leaf was stirring, and
every note of a bird that was warbling his evening song, positively the
very last before shutting up for the night, fell sharp and clear upon
the ear, as Saurin knelt behind the trees, gun in hand, eagerly
watching.  Presently he saw something brown, rather far on his left,
close to the wood.  It came a little further out, and the long ears
could be distinguished.

Saurin was rather doubtful about the distance, but, eager to try his new
weapon, he took a steady aim and pulled.  No smoke, no fire, nothing but
a slight smack such as a whip would make.  The rabbit raised its head,
listened, and hopped quietly back into the wood.  A palpable miss.  But
there on the right was another, not thirty yards off this one.  Saurin
slewed round, got the sight well on its head, and pulled again.  This
rabbit did _not_ go back to the wood, but turned over, struggled a
little, and then lay still.  Saurin did not run out to pick it up, but
kept quiet, and presently another came out, to see what was the matter
with its friend apparently, for it louped up to the body; and he nailed
that.  And he missed two and killed two more, and then the rabbit
community began to suspect there was something wrong, and kept in the
wood.  But, returning home, he stalked and shot another in the park,
making a bag of five altogether, which pleased him immensely.

Next day he tried the shot cartridges on blackbirds and sparrows in the
garden, and slaughtered not a few, to the gardener's great delight.  It
was not only the efficiency of so toy-like a weapon which pleased
Saurin; the silence and secrecy with which it dealt death had a charm
for him.  And so it happened that when the time came for him to return
to Weston, he took the air-gun with him.  It went into a very small
compass, and was easily stowed in his portmanteau.  He could smuggle it
to Slam's and keep it there, and if he had no chance of using it, he
could still show it off to Edwards and his other intimates, and also to
the perhaps more appreciative eyes of Edwin Marriner and another,
perhaps two other scamps of sporting tastes whom he met at Slam's on
certain afternoons, when they guzzled beer, and smoked, and played
sometimes at bagatelle, sometimes at cards, or tossed for coppers.  And
they won his money in a small way, and laughed at his jokes, and took
interest in his bragging stories, and went into ecstasies over his
songs, and really liked and admired him in their fashion.  So the
departure of Mr Wobbler did not keep him away, and he went to the yard
as much as ever.  If he had won the fight it would probably have made a
difference, and he might have tried once more to compete for influence
and popularity in the school.  But now he had quite given up all ideas
of that kind.  He spoke to Crawley, and shook his hand with apparent
cordiality when they first met after coming back, because he felt that
it would be ridiculous to show a resentment which he had proved himself
powerless to gratify; but he hated him worse than ever, if possible.  If
the breaking up of the boxing-class did not diminish Saurin's visits to
Slam's, it had that effect on the other members of it.  Stubbs was
faithful to his dog, and Perry to his hawk, and there were other boys
who had pets there, or who liked to go on a wet day to see ratting, or
the drawing of the badger, an animal who lived in a tub, like Diogenes,
and was tugged out of it by a dog, not without vigorous resistance, when
anyone chose to pay for the spectacle; the poor badger deriving no
benefit from the outlay.  But such visits were fitful.  Edwards, indeed,
was faithful to his friend, but even Edwards did not care for Slam's any
longer.  He had taken a violent passion for football, and often played,
leaving Saurin to go to the yard alone.  On Sundays, indeed, he could
not play football, but neither did he like playing cards on that day.
Saurin laughed him out of his scruples, but not all at once.  But Saurin
did not want companionship; he preferred that of Marriner and Company.

Edwin Marriner was a young farmer in the neighbourhood of Weston
College, and he farmed his own land.  Certainly it was as small an
estate as can well be imagined, consisting of exactly two acres,
pasture, arable, cottage, and pig-stye included, but undoubted freehold,
without a flaw in the title.  He was just twenty-one when his father
died, a year before the time we are treating of, and then Lord
Woodruff's agent made him an offer for his inheritance, which he stuck
to like a very Naboth.

The price named was a good and tempting one, far more indeed than the
land was worth; but when the money was spent he would have nothing for
it but to become a mere labourer, or else to enlist, and he did not
fancy either alternative, while he could manage to live, as his father
did before him, on his patch, which spade-labour made remunerative.  He
worked for hire in harvest-time, and that brought something; the pig-
stye yielded a profit, so did a cow, and there were a few pounds reaped
annually from a row of beehives, for the deceased Marriner, though not
very enlightened generally, had learned, and taught his son the
"depriving" system, and repudiated the idiotic old plan of stifling the
stock to get the honey.  All these methods of making both ends meet at
the end of the year were not only innocent but praiseworthy; but the
Marriners had the reputation of making less honourable profits, and that
was why Lord Woodruff was so anxious to get rid of them.  The two acres
lying indeed in the midst of his lordship's estates, was of itself a
reason why he should be inclined to give a fancy price for them; but
when the proprietor was suspected of taking advantage of his situation
to levy considerable toll on the game of his big neighbour, who
preserved largely, he became a real and an aggravated nuisance.

Marriner, as his father had done, openly carried a gun, for which he
paid his license, and it was impossible, with reason, to blame him, for
the rabbits alone would have eaten up every particle of his little stock
if he took no measures against them.  If he shot an occasional pheasant,
or his dog caught a hare, or even two, in the course of the season on
his own land, why, no one could wonder.  But it was not necessary to sow
buckwheat in order to attract the pheasants.  And he had no right
whatever to set snares in Lord Woodruff's covers, which, though they
could not catch him, the gamekeepers were certain he did.  One thing
decidedly against him in the opinion of the gentry round about, was that
he frequently visited Slam's, and Slam was regarded as a receiver of
stolen goods, certainly so far as game was concerned, perhaps in other
matters also.  Edwin Marriner was a wiry-looking little man, with red
hair and whiskers, quick bright eyes, and a look of cunning about his
mouth.  He had two propensities which interfered with one another: he
was very fond of strong drink and very fond of money.  The drink was
delightful, but to spend the money necessary to procure it was a fearful
pang.  The best way out of the dilemma was to get someone to treat him,
and this he did as often as he could.  He had plenty of cunning and
mother wit, and was skilled in woodcraft, but he was utterly innocent of
anything which could fairly be called education.  He had been taught to
read, but never exercised the gift; he could do an addition sum, and
write, with much labour, an ill-spelled letter, and that was all.  And
this was the individual selected by Saurin for a companion, and, whose
society he preferred to that of all his schoolfellows, Edwards not
excepted.  On half-holidays he would go to his little farm (which was
half-an-hour's walk too far for ordinary occasions, now the days had
grown short, and "All In," was directly after five-o'clock school), and
talk to him while he was at work, for Marriner was industrious, though
with a dishonest twist, and if he went to Slam's yard so often now it
was because his gentleman friend brought some grist to his mill, besides
often standing beer for him, and because he had business relations with
Slam; though he liked the boy's company too, and admired his precocious
preference for crooked ways, and hatred of lawful restraint.  The fact
was that they were drawn together by a strong propensity which was
common to both, and which formed a never-failing topic of interesting
conversation.  This propensity was a love of sport, especially if
indulged secretly, unlawfully, and at the expense of somebody else; in a
word, they were arrant poachers, the man in fact, the boy at heart.  Not
but what Saurin had snared a hare too in his time.

For some time Marriner had been chary of confessing his depredations,
for he was careful about committing himself, especially to a gentleman,
who might naturally be supposed to side with the game-preservers.  But
when the ice was broken he talked freely enough, and from that time the
intimacy commenced.  Yet at times he had qualms, and feared that he had
been rash to depart from his custom of close secrecy; and it often
occurred to him that it would be well to draw Saurin into some act of
complicity, and so seal his lips effectually and for ever.  He felt and
expressed great admiration for the air-gun, and suggested that they
should try it some moonlight night upon the roosting pheasants.  This
was treated as a joke at first; a romantic idea which could not, of
course, be carried into practice; but after it had been referred to, and
discussed again and again, it did not look so utterly impossible.  The
principal difficulty was the getting out at night, but after many
careful inspections of his tutor's premises Saurin saw how this might be
managed.  There was a small back-yard into which the boys had access at
any time; this was surrounded by a high wall with a _chevaux de frise_
at the top, which might be considered insurmountable unless one were
Jack Sheppard or the Count of Monte Christo.  But there was a door at
the bottom, seldom used, hardly ever, indeed, except when coals came in.
Outside there was a cart track, and then open field.  It was the
simplest thing, a mere question of obtaining a key to this door, and he
could walk out whenever he liked.  Yes, but how to get the key, which
was taken by the servant to Mrs Cookson when not in use?  To watch when
coals were next brought in for an opportunity of purloining it would be
worse than useless, for a new lock would be put to the door, and
suspicion aroused.  An idea occurred to him; he had read of impressions
of keys being taken in wax, and duplicates being made from them.  He
asked Marriner if it were possible to get this done, and the reply was
yes, that he knew a friendly blacksmith who would make a key to fit any
lock, of which he had the wards in wax, for a matter of say five
shillings, which was leaving a handsome margin of profit for himself, we
may remark in passing.  Five shillings was a lot, Saurin thought, when
he was not sure that he would use the key if he had it.  Marriner did
not know, perhaps it could be done for three; at any rate he might as
well have the wax by him in case he got a chance.  Curiously enough, he
thought he had some in the house, though he sold all his honey in the
comb as a rule.  But a hive had been deserted, and he knew he had melted
the wax down, and it must be somewhere.  It was, and he found it, and he
got a key and showed Saurin how to take an impression of it.

"Why, you have done it before then!" said Saurin.

"P'raps," replied Marriner, with a side glance of his cunning eyes.  "A
poor man has to turn his hand to a bit of everything in these hard

It was an early winter, and the weather turned very cold, which caused a
great consumption of fuel.  And one morning, on coming in to his tutor's
from early school, Saurin heard the small thunder of coals being poured
into the cellar, and saw the yard door open, a wagon outside, and a man
staggering from it under a sack.  He ran up to his room, threw down his
books, took the wax, and went back to the yard door, where he took a
great interest in the unlading of the sacks.  A fine sleet was falling,
with a bitter north-east wind, to make it cut the face, so that there
were none of the servants outside, and no one to see him but the two men
who were busied in their work.  Never was such an opportunity.  He had
the least possible difficulty in taking the key out of the lock,
pressing it on the wax in the palm of his hand, in the way Marriner had
shown him, and replacing it without attracting observation.  Then he
returned to his room, whistling carelessly, and putting the wax, which
had the wards of the key sharply defined upon it, in a seidlitz-powder
box, to prevent the impression being injured, he locked it up in his
bureau and went to breakfast.

Now that this had been accomplished so favourably, it seemed a pity not
to have the key made.  He might probably never want to use it; but
still, there was a pleasant sense of superiority in the knowledge that
he was independent of the "All In," and could get out at any hour of the
night that he chose.  So the next time he went to Marriner's cottage he
took the box containing the wax with him, and Marriner paid him the high
compliment that a professional burglar could not have done the job
better.  A week after, he gave him the key, and one night, after
everyone had gone to bed, Saurin stole down-stairs, out into the yard,
and tried it.  It turned in the lock easily, the door opened without
noise, and he was free to go where he liked.  Only there was no place so
good as bed to go to, so he closed and locked the door again, and went
back to his room, feeling very clever and a sort of hero.  I am sure I
do not know why.  No one was taken into his confidence but Edwards, and
he only because it was necessary to talk to somebody about his poaching
schemes, and to excite wonder and admiration at his inventive skill and
daring courage, and this Edwards was ready at all times to express.  He
was never taken to Marriner's, but he still occasionally accompanied his
friend to the yard--on Sundays, usually, because of the card-playing, to
which he had taken a great fancy.  He still thought in his heart that it
was very wrong, but Saurin laughed at such scruples as being so very
childish and silly that he was thoroughly ashamed of them.  Saurin, who
was so clever and manly that he must know better than he did, saw no
harm.  Besides, he was very fond of playing at cards, and though he did
not much like the very low company he met at Slam's yard now, he told
himself that what was fit for Saurin was fit for him, and it was
desirable, beneficial, and the correct thing to see life in all its
phases.  His hero's defeat by Crawley had not diminished his devotion
one iota, for he attributed it entirely to Saurin having crippled his
left hand when he knocked his adversary down.  Even then he believed
that Saurin would have won, only Crawley was in training, and the other
was not.  Crawley was all very well, but he lacked that bold and heroic
defiance of authority which fascinated Edwards (himself the most
subordinate soul by nature, by the way).  The idea of Crawley's daring
even to dream of going poaching, or breaking out at night, or having a
false key made!  No, he was a good commonplace fellow enough, but Saurin
was something unusual,--which it is fervently to be hoped he was.  Poor
Edwards, with his weak character, which made it necessary for him to
believe in someone and yield him homage; what a pity it was he had not
fixed on a different sort of hero to worship!



Frost, hard, sharp, crisp, and unmistakable; do you like it?  It is very
unpleasant when you get up of a morning; the water is so cold.  And then
going to school shivering, and being put on to construe when you have
the hot ache in your fingers, is trying to the patience, especially if
one is inclined to self-indulgence, and is aided and abetted when at
home by one's mother.

But everything has its compensations.  Without work play would become a
bore; if there were no hunger and thirst there would be no pleasure in
eating and drinking; even illness is followed by convalescence, with
story-books to read instead of lessons, and licence to lie in bed as
long as you like, and so there is the delight, in very cold weather, of
getting warm again; and there is also skating.  Whether we like it or
not we have to put up with it when it comes, and it came that year at an
unusual time, before the end of November.  We often indeed have just a
touch at that period, three days about, and then sleet and rain; but
this was a regular good one, thermometer at nineteen Fahrenheit, no
wind, no snow, and the gravel-pits bearing.  The gravel-pits were so
called because there was no gravel there.  There had been, but it was
dug out, and carted away before the memory of the oldest inhabitant, and
the cavities were filled with water.  There were quite three acres of
available surface altogether, and not farther than a mile from Weston;
but "_Ars longa, vita brevis est_;" the art of cutting figures is long,
and the period of practice short indeed.  Considering the price spent on
skates in England, and the few opportunities of putting them on, it
seems barbarous of masters not to give whole holidays when the ice
_does_ bear.  But then what would parents and guardians say?  A boy
cannot skate himself into the smallest public appointment, and the rule
of three is of much more importance to his future prospects than the
cutting of that figure.  The Westonians made the most they could of
their opportunity, however, and whenever they had an hour to spare the
gravel-pits swarmed with them.  Their natural tendency was to rapid
running, racing, and hockey; but Leblanc, who was born in Canada, where
his father held an appointment, and who had worn skates almost as soon
as he had shoes, did such wonderful things as set a large number of them
practising figure skating.  Buller was bitten by the mania; he had never
tried anything before but simple straightforward running on the flat of
the skate with bent knees, so he had a great deal to learn; but with his
usual persistency, when he once took anything in hand he did not regard
the difficulties, and only dreaded lest he should not have sufficient
opportunity of practising.  He began, of course, by endeavouring to
master the outside edge, which is the grammar of figure skating, and
watched Leblanc, but could make nothing out of that, for Leblanc seemed
to move by volition, as some birds appear to skim along without any
motion of the wings.  He could not give hints, or show how anything was
done, because he could not understand where any difficulty lay.  It was
like simple walking to him; you get up and walk, you could not show any
one exactly _how_ to walk.

But there were two or three other fair skaters from whom more could be
learned; Penryhn, for example, was a very decent performer of simple
figures.  He came from a northern county, where there was yearly
opportunity of practice, and had been taught by his father, who was an
excellent skater.

"The first great thing you must always bear in mind," said he, "is that
the leg upon which you stand, while on the outside edge, must be kept
straight and stiff, with the knee rigidly braced.  You see some fellows
there practising by crossing the legs; while they are on one leg they
bring the other in front, and across it, before they put it down on the
ice.  This certainly forces you to get on to the outside edge, but it
twists the body into a wrong position--one in which the all-important
thing in skating, balance, cannot be acquired.  Besides, it gets you
into a way of bringing the foot off the ground to the front, whereas it
ought always to be a little behind the one you are skating on, and it
takes as long to get out of that habit as to learn the outside edge
altogether pretty well.  Why, here is Old Algebra positively with a pair
of skates on!"

"Old Algebra," as a mathematical genius, whose real name was Smith, was
called, skated very well too.

"Look here, Algebra," cried Penryhn, "I am trying to show Buller how to
do the outside edge; can't you give him a scientific wrinkle?"

"The reason why you find an initial difficulty in the matter," said
Algebra gravely, adjusting his spectacles, "is that you naturally
suppose that if you bend so far out of the perpendicular, the laws of
gravity must cause you to fall.  But that is because you omit the
centrifugal force from your consideration; remember what centrifugal
force is, Buller, and it will give you confidence."

"Oh, I have confidence enough!" said Buller; "it's the power of getting
on to the edge without overbalancing myself that I want, and all that
rot about the laws of gravity won't help me."

"I fancied they wouldn't, but Penryhn asked for a scientific wrinkle.
If you want a practical one, keep the head and body erect, never looking
down at the ice; when you strike out with the right foot, look over the
right shoulder; body and foot are sure to follow the eye, and clasp your
hands behind you, or keep them at your sides; do anything but sway them
about.  That's it, you got on to the outside edge then; now boldly with
the left foot, and look over the left shoulder.  Never mind (Buller had
come a cropper); you fell then because you did not let yourself go, but
when your skate took the outside edge you tried to recover.  You lacked
confidence, in short, in the centrifugal force, and bothered yourself,
instinctively, without knowing it, with the laws of gravity.  Try again;
you stick to that.  Rigidity.  Right foot--look over right shoulder, not
too far, just a turn of the head.  Left foot--look over left shoulder.
There, you did not fall then.  Trust to the centrifugal force, that's
the thing," and he swept away with a long easy roll.

"A capital coach he would make," said Penryhn, admiringly.  "He always
tells you just what you want to know without bothering."

"Yes," said Buller, "I have asked him things in lessons once or twice,
and he made it all as clear as possible, but I didn't know he was good
for anything else.  This is a grand idea for learning to skate, though;
look here, this is all right, is it not?"

"Yes, you have got it now; lean outwards a little more, and don't bend
forward.  The weight should be on the centre of the foot."

There are few sensations more delightful than the first confident sweep
on the outside edge, with the blade biting well into the clear smooth
ice, and Buller felt as if he could never have enough of it, and he kept
on, trying to make larger and larger segments of a circle, not heeding
the falls he got for the next half-hour, when it was time to be getting
back, and he had reluctantly to take his skates off, and jog home at a
trot.  The next chance he had he was back to the ice and at it again.

Others who had got as far as he had began practising threes, or trying
to skate backwards, but not so Buller.  He must have that outside edge
perfectly, and make complete circles on it, without hesitation or
wobbling, much less falling, before he attempted anything else.
Progress did not seem slow to him, he was used to that in everything,
and he was surprised at improving as quickly as he did.  All he dreaded
was a heavy snow-fall, or a breaking up of the frost, and either
calamity was to be expected from hour to hour.  Before going to bed on
the night of the third day of the ice bearing, he drew the curtain and
looked out of window.  The moon was nearly full, there was not a breath
of wind stirring to shake the hoar-frost off the trees; all was hard,
and bright, and clear.  How splendid the pits would be now!  How
glorious to have the whole sheet of ice to one's self! why, with such a
chance of solitary practice he might well expect to cut an eight, for he
could already complete entire circles on each foot.  If it were not for
the bars to his window he would certainly go.  The lane below had no
building to overlook it; none of the windows of that part of the house
where Dr Jolliffe and his family, and the servants slept, commanded the
lane.  He would have no other house to pass on the way to the gravel-
pits; really there would be no risk to speak of at all.  The window was
barely more than six feet, certainly not seven from the ground, and the
brick wall old and full of inequalities where the mortar had fallen out,
and the toe might rest; with a yard of rope dangling from the sill, to
get in again would be the easiest thing possible.  The more he thought
about it the more simple the whole scheme seemed; if it were not for the
bars.  He examined them.  The removal of one would be sufficient.

"You beast!" said Buller, seizing and shaking it.  It seemed to give a
little, and he shook it again: it certainly was not very tight, and he
examined it further.  It fitted into the woodwork of the window-frame at
the top, and terminated at the bottom in a flat plate, perforated with
three holes, by which it was secured by nails to the sill.  Nails? no,
by Jove, screws!  Only the paint had filled in the little creases at the
top of them, and it was simple enough to pick that off.  His pocket-
knife had a screw-driver at the top of it, he applied this and turned
it; the screw came up like a lamb.  So did the second; so did the third.
The bar was free at the bottom, and when he pulled it towards him it
came out in his hand!  He replaced it, just to see if it would be all
right.  It was the simplest thing in the world, you could not tell that
it had been touched.  So he took it out again, laid it aside carefully,
and considered.

He had no rope, but there was a leather belt, which he buckled round one
of the other bars, dropping the end outside.  Perhaps that would give
rather a slight grip, so he also got out a woollen scarf, such as is
sometimes called a "comforter," which he possessed, and fastened that to
the bar also.  With that there could be no difficulty in getting in
again.  Should he give Penryhn or any other fellow a chance of
accompanying him?  Well, on the whole, no.  It was impossible that it
should be discovered, but still, apparent impossibilities do happen
sometimes.  Suppose one of the masters had a fancy for a moonlight
skate!  He did not mind risking his own skin, when the risk was so
slight, but to get another fellow into a row was an awful idea.
Besides, two would make more noise getting out and in than one, and the
other might laugh, or call out, or play the fool in some way or another.
And as for being alone in the expedition, Buller rather liked that than
otherwise.  He was rather given to going his own way, and carrying out
his own ideas unhampered by other people's suggestions.

So he quickly determined to keep his counsel and disturb no one.  He had
blown his candle out before first trying the bar, and had been working
by the bright moonlight.  Then he fastened his skates round his neck, so
that they should neither impede his movements, nor clatter, and put one
leg out of window, then the other, turned round, let himself down by the
hands, and dropped into the lane.  He looked up to see that the scarf
was hanging all right; it was within easy reach of both hands; he gave
it a pull to try it, and being satisfied, got over into the field, and
started at a jog-trot for the gravel-pits.  It was glorious; utter
stillness--the clear sheet of ice flooded with the moonbeams, a romantic
sense of solitude, and a touch of triumphant feeling in having got the
best of the world, and utilising such a magnificent time, while others
were wasting it in bed.  He put his skates on and began.  Whether the
exhilaration of stealing a march upon everybody, or the impossibility of
running up against anyone, or the confidence inspired by solitude, and
the absolute freedom from being laughed at if he fell, were the cause,
he had never gone like this before.  Striking out firmly from the start,
he went round the sheet of ice in splendid curves, the outside edge
coming naturally to him now.  A long sweep on the right foot, a long
sweep on the left, round and round, with arms folded or clasped behind
him.  Not a trip, not a stumble, not a momentary struggle to retain the
balance.  It was splendid!  Then at last he began with the circles which
he was so anxious to perfect himself in.  Round he went on his right, in
smaller compass than he had ever accomplished one yet, with plenty of
impetus to bring him round at the end.  Then round on the left, quite
easily, without an effort.  Again with the right, and so on, a capital
eight.  It was like magic, as if he had acquired the art in an instant.
Or was he in bed and dreaming that he was skating?  It really seemed
like it.  If it were so, he did not care how long it was before he was
roused.  But no, he was wide awake, and the phenomenon was simply the
result of confidence, following on good and persevering practice in the
right direction.  Breaking away from his eight, he swung round and round
the pond again as fast as he could go.  Then he tried a three; the first
half on the outside edge, forwards was easy enough, and he found no
difficulty in turning on the toe, but he could not complete the tail on
the inside edge backwards without staggering and wobbling.  He had a
good two hours of it, and then the moon disappeared behind a bank of
clouds and he prepared to go home.  Skating in the dark would be poor
fun, and besides it was very late, so he made for the bank, took his
skates off, and jogged back.

Mr Rabbits, one of the masters, who was great at chemistry, and could
tell you to a grain how much poison you swallowed in that water for
which the Gradus sarcastically gives _pura_ as a standing epithet, had
been asked by the vicar of Penredding, a village five miles off, to give
a lecture in his school-room to the parishioners, one of a series of
simple entertainments which were got up to cheer the long evenings in
the winter months.  The vicar was an old college friend of Mr Rabbits,
who gladly consented, and like a wise man chose the subject which he was
best up in, writing a very amusing and instructive but very elementary
paper on Light, with plenty of illustrations and simple experiments,
which kept his audience in a state of wonder and delight the whole
evening, and sent them home with plenty to think and talk about
afterwards.  It was necessary to have a very early and hurried dinner,
the lecture beginning at seven, so Mr Rabbits went back to the vicarage
after it was over, to supper, after which there was a chat about the old
college boat and so forth, and it was rather late when he started for
home.  He had refused the offer of a conveyance, considering that the
five miles walk on a bright still frosty night would be a luxury, and so
he found it, though for the latter part of his journey the moon was
obscured.  It was not so dark, however, as to prevent his distinguishing
objects, and as he passed along the lane by which he entered Weston he
was sure he saw someone lurking under the wall at the back of Dr
Jolliffe's house.  Suspecting there was something wrong, he got into the
shade under the hedge and crept noiselessly along, taking out of his
pocket a piece of magnesium wire which he had made use of in his
lecture, and a match-box.  Presently he saw the figure raise itself from
the ground towards a window, and immediately struck a match and ignited
the wire, which he held over his head.  The whole side of the house was
at once as bright as day, and a boy was distinctly seen getting in at
the window.

"Buller!" exclaimed Mr Rabbits, "what are you doing there?"

"Please, sir, I am getting in," said poor Buller.

"So I perceive," said Mr Rabbits; "but what right have you there?"

"It's my own room, please, sir."

"Well, but what right then had you out of it at this time of night?"

"None at all, sir, I am afraid."

"Then why did you do it?"

"I hoped not to be seen, sir."

"Hum!  What have you been doing?"

"Skating, sir."

"I shall report you in the morning."

Poor Tom Buller!  How crest-fallen he felt as he conscientiously
replaced the bar, and screwed it down again.  How heavy his heart was as
he took his clothes off and got into bed?  What a fool he had been, he
thought, and yet at the same time how awfully unlucky.  Wrecked at the
moment of entering the port!  However, it was done now, and could not be
helped; he must stand the racket.  He supposed he should get off with a
flogging.  Surely they would not expel him for such a thing as that.  Of
course they would make an awful row about his breaking out at night, but
he had not done any harm when he _was_ out.  And the doctor was a good-
natured chap, he certainly would let him off with a rowing and a
flogging.  He had never been flogged; did it hurt very much, he
wondered? at all events it would soon be over.  He had thought for a
moment while skating that perhaps it was a dream; how jolly it would be
if it could only prove a dream, and he could wake up in the morning and
find that the whole business was fancy.  What a good job that he had not
told Penryhn, and got him into a row as well.  What a nuisance that old
Rabbits was to come by just at the wrong moment; five minutes earlier or
five minutes later it would have been all right.  What thing was that he
lighted?  What a tremendous flare it made, to be sure.  Well, it was no
use bothering; happen what might he had a jolly good skate, and was firm
on the outside edge for ever.  Now the thaw might come if it liked, and
Tom, who was a bit of a philosopher, went to sleep.



Buller was not the only Weston boy who broke out unlawfully that night.

From Mr Cookson's house as from Dr Jolliffe's an adventurer stole
forth.  But Saurin's object was not so innocent as Buller's, neither was
it so unpremeditated.  For he nursed felonious designs against Lord
Woodruff's pheasants, and the project had been deliberately planned,
and, as we know, the key which was to open the yard door cunningly
manufactured, a long time beforehand.

Edwards, as a result of talking about the expedition, and his friend's
glowing anticipation of the fun of it, became quite anxious to join in.
But Marriner did not think this advisable when Saurin put the matter to
him.  They only had one air-gun, and two were quite enough for a
stealthy excursion of this kind.  A third could take no part in the
proceedings, and would only be an extra chance of attracting
observation.  As a matter of fact, Marriner would rather have been quite
alone, as his custom was on these predatory occasions, and it was only
his desire to make Saurin an accomplice, and so seal his mouth, which
induced him to depart from his ordinary custom now.  And to tell the
truth, when the time actually came, and Edwards saw his friend steal
along the yard, unlock and open the door at the further end, and close
it behind him, he was glad in his heart that he was not going too.  Not
because it was wrong: he had got his ideas so twisted that he thought it
an heroic piece of business altogether, and admired Saurin for his
lawless daring.  But he felt conscious of not being cast in the heroic
mould himself, and actually shuddered at the thought of gliding about
the woods at dead of night, thinking that someone was watching him
behind every tree, and might spring out upon him at any moment.
Especially when he curled himself up in bed, and pulled the blankets
snugly round him, did he feel convinced that he was far more comfortable
where he was than he would have been in Lord Woodruff's preserves.

Saurin had no compunctions of this sort; _he_ did not flinch when the
time came; on the contrary, when he found himself out in the fields he
felt a keen thrill of enjoyment.  There was just enough sense of danger
for excitement, not enough for unpleasant nervousness.  To be engaged in
what was forbidden was always a source of delight to him, and here he
was braving the rules of his school and breaking the laws of his country
all at once: it was like champagne to him.  Yet it was the very height
of absurdity to risk expulsion, imprisonment, perhaps penal servitude
for _nothing_, literally for _nothing_.

He had no earthly use for the game when it was stolen, Marriner would
have it and sell it, but the question of Saurin's sharing in the profits
had not even been mooted.  To do him justice he had not thought of such
a thing, the sport was all that tempted him.  The field of their
operations was not to be near Marriner's house, but in a part of the
estates a good bit nearer Weston, and on the other side of it.  Marriner
had learned that there was to be a poaching expedition on a large scale
that night at the other extremity of the preserves, a good three miles
off.  He knew the men and their method.  They used ordinary guns, killed
off all they could in a short time, and got away before the keepers
could assemble in force, or if they were surprised they showed fight.
He never joined in such bold attacks, but when he knew of them took
advantage, as he proposed to do on the present occasion, of the keepers
being drawn away, to do a little quiet business on his own account in
another direction.  The place appointed for Saurin to meet Marriner was
a wood-stack reached by a path across the fields, two miles from Weston.
Closing the yard door behind him, but not locking it, he started off at
a sharp walk, keeping in the shade whenever he could, though all was so
still and noiseless that he seemed almost to be the only being in the
world, when he had once got quite out of the sight of houses.  But no, a
night-hawk swept by him, so close as to make him start, and a stoat met
him in the middle of a trodden path across a ploughed field; showing
that there were other game depredators besides himself abroad.  The way
seemed longer than it was in the daytime, but at last he got to the
wood-stack, where he saw no one, but presently a figure stole round the
corner and joined him: Marriner with the air-gun and a sack.

"It's all right," he said, "I heard the guns nigh half-an-hour ago.
There's never a watcher nor keeper within more nor a couple of miles
off, and we have a clear field to ourselves."

Saurin took the gun, for it was an understood thing beforehand that he
was to have all the shooting, which indeed was but fair, and Marriner,
carrying the sack, led the way to a coppice hard by, indeed the wood
forming the stack had been cut out of it.  He crept on hands and knees
through the hedge and glided into the brushwood, Saurin following, for
some little distance.  Suddenly he stopped, laid his hand on his
companion's arm, and pointed upwards.  Perched on the branch of a tree,
and quite clear against the moonlit sky, was a round ball.

"Pheasant?" asked Saurin.

"Yes," was the reply.  "And there's another roosting there, and another
yonder, and another--"

"I see them," replied Saurin in the same whispered tones.  And raising
his air-gun he got the roosting bird in a line with the sights, which
was as easy to do pretty nearly as in broad day, and pressed the
trigger.  The black ball came tumbling down with a thump on the ground,
and Marriner, pouncing upon it, put it in his sack.  A second, a third
were bagged without stirring from the spot.  A few steps farther on
another, who had been disturbed by the whip-cracks of the air-gun, had
withdrawn his head from under his wing.  But he did not take to flight
at once, being comfortable where he was and the sounds not very
alarming, and while he hesitated he received a violent shock in the
middle of his breast, which knocked him off his perch powerless and
dying.  A little further on another, and then yet another were bagged:
it was a well-stocked coppice, and had not been shot yet.  Lord Woodruff
was reserving that part for some friends who were coming at Christmas,
and with the prospects of whose sport I fear that Saurin somewhat
interfered that night.  The sack indeed was pretty heavy by the time
they had gone through the wood, and then Marriner thought that it would
be more prudent to decamp, and they retraced their steps by a path which
traversed the coppice.  Once back at the wood-stack they were to
separate, so before they left the coppice Marriner put down his now
heavy sack, and Saurin handed him the air-gun, which he stowed away in
his capacious pocket.  Then they went on, and just as they were on the
edge of the wood came suddenly upon a man.

"Hulloa! young gentleman," exclaimed he to Saurin, who was leading,
"what are you up to?  What has the other got in that sack?"

Marriner slipped behind the trees.

"I have got _you_, at any rate," said the man, seizing Saurin by the

The latter would not speak lest his voice should be recognised
afterwards, but he struggled all he knew.  The man soon overpowered him;
but Marriner came to the rescue.  Throwing down the sack of pheasants,
he had taken from his pocket an implement of whalebone with a heavy knob
of lead at the end, and coming behind the man, both whose hands were
holding on to Saurin, he struck him with it on the head as hard as he
could.  The keeper's grasp relaxed, he fell heavily to the ground, and
Saurin was free.  The man lay on his back with his head on the path, and
the moonbeams fell on his face.

"Simon Bradley," muttered Marriner.  "To be sure he lives this way, and
was going home after the alarm on t'other side."

Saurin was seized with a violent shivering from head to foot.

"He isn't, I mean to say you have not--eh?" he said.

"Dunno, and don't much care, curse him!" replied Marriner.  "It would be
laid to t'other chaps if he is."

"But we ought to do something; get him some help," urged Saurin, who had
not become sufficiently hardened to like such devil's work as this.  "If
he is living he will be frozen to death lying out such a night as this."

"Oh, he will be all right!" said Marriner.  "He's only stunned a bit.
He will come to in ten minutes and get up and walk home."

"But can't we leave word at his house, and then be off?"

"That would be a fool's trick, that would.  Why, it would bring
suspicion on us, and if he is a gone coon--it's impossible, you know,
almost--but _if_ he is, we should get scragged for it.  Come, I didn't
think you was so chicken-hearted, or I wouldn't have brought you out.
Let's get away home at once while we can, and don't go a putting your
neck in a halter for nowt."

Fear overcame compunction, and Saurin turned and fled.  How he got home
he did not know, but he seemed to be at the back-door of the yard
immediately almost.  Then he steadied himself, went in, locked the door,
and stole up to his room and to bed.  _He_ did not sleep that night.
The face of the gamekeeper lying there in the moonlight haunted him.  He
wished, like Buller, but oh, much more fervently, that the whole
business might turn out to have been a nightmare.  But the morning
dawned cold and grey, and he got up and dressed himself and went in to
school, and it was all real.  He could not fix his attention; his mind
would wander to that coppice.  Had the gamekeeper come to, tried to
struggle up, fainted, fallen back, perished for want of a little
assistance?  Or had he got up, not much the worse, and had he seen his
face clearly, and, recognising that it was a Weston boy, would he come
to the school and ask to go round and pick him out?


It was only the voice of the master calling on him to go on with the
construing, but he had so entirely forgotten where he was that he
started and dropped his book, which caused a titter, for Saurin was not
habitually either of a meditative or a nervous turn.  He felt that he
really must pull himself together or he would excite suspicion.

"I beg your pardon, sir," he said; "my hands are numb, and I dropped the
book.  Where's the place?" he added _sotto voce_ to his neighbour.

"I think your attention was numb," said the master.

Saurin had the chorus in the play of Euripides, which was undergoing
mutilation at his fingers' ends, so he went on translating till he
heard, "That will do.  Maxwell!" and then he relapsed into his private
meditations.  After all, he had not struck the blow, Marriner's trying
to drag him into a share of the responsibility was all nonsense.  They
might say he ought to have given the alarm, or gone for a doctor, but
nothing more.  And yet he fancied he had heard somewhere that to be one
of a party engaged in an unlawful act which resulted in anyone being
killed was complicity or something, which included all in the crime.
One thing was clear, he must keep his counsel, and not let Edwards or
anyone know anything about it, because they might be questioned; and he
must guard against showing that he was at all anxious.  And why should
he be?  A man did not die for one knock on the head; he was probably all
right again.  And he could not have seen his face so as to recognise
him; it was quite in the shade where they had been struggling.  It was
all nonsense his worrying himself; and yet he could not help listening,
expecting a messenger to come with some alarming intelligence, he could
not define what.  After school Edwards came up to him and drew him aside
confidentially, full of eagerness and curiosity.

"Well," he said, "was it good fun?  How did it all go off?"

"It was a regular sell," replied Saurin, smothering his impatience at
being questioned, and forcing himself to take the tone he was accustomed
to assume towards his chum in confidential communications.

"How! did you not meet Marriner?"

"Oh, yes!  I met him all right; but it was no good.  There were other
poachers out last night, and we heard their guns, so of course we could
not attempt anything, because the gamekeepers would all have been on the
look-out.  You were well out of it, not coming, for it was precious cold
work waiting about, and no fun after all."

"What a bore!  But you will have better luck next time, perhaps."

"I hope so, if I go; but the fact is, I have lost confidence in Marriner
rather.  He ought to have found out that those other fellows were going
out last night, don't you see?  At least he always brags that he knows
their movements.  And it will be some time before the moon serves again;
and then the Christmas holidays will be coming on; and by next term the
pheasants will all have been shot off.  The chance has been missed."

"Well, at all events, you have got all right and not been discovered.
Do you know, when one comes to think about it, it was an awful risk,"
said Edwards.

"Of course it was," replied Saurin; "that made all the fun of it.
Rather idiotic, though, too, since one hopes to preserve game one's self
some day.  It would be a better lark to go out to catch poachers than to
go out poaching."

"A great deal, I should say.  Not but what that is risky work too.
Those fellows do not flinch from murder when they are interrupted."

"What makes you say that?" cried Saurin quickly, turning and catching
him sharply by the arm.

"I don't know!" replied Edwards, astonished at the effect of his words.
"I have read about fights between gamekeepers and poachers in books, and
heard of them, and that; haven't you?  How queer you look!  Is there
anything the matter?"

"Not a bit of it," said Saurin, regretting his imprudence; "only, I was
frozen hanging about last night, and when I got back I could not sleep
for cold feet, so I am a bit tired.  And I think I have caught cold too.
And you know," he added, laughing, "having enlisted in the ranks of the
poachers last night, at least in intention, I feel bound to resist any
attacks on their humanity.

"But, as a matter of fact, I believe that they do show fight for their
spoil and their liberty when they find themselves surprised.  Shots are
exchanged and mischief happens sometimes.  But my poor little air-gun
would not be a very formidable weapon in a row, I expect.  Its
peppercorn bullets are good for a rabbit or pheasant, but would hardly
disable a man.  The gamekeeper with his double-barrel would have a good
deal the best of it.  But, I say, my cold has not taken away my
appetite.  Let us get in to breakfast, and hang poaching."



Tom Buller had finished his breakfast, and was ruefully preparing his
lesson in his room, when he heard his name being called up the
staircase.  "Buller!  I say, Buller!"

"Well, what's the row?" he asked, opening his door with a sinking heart.
The voice of the caller sounded singularly harsh and discordant, he

"Oh, Buller! the doctor wants to see you in his study."

"All right!" replied Buller; "I will come at once."

But though his mouth said "All right," his mind meant "All wrong."  He
had entertained the absurd hope, though he hardly admitted the fact to
himself, that Mr Rabbits, with whom he was rather a favourite, would
not report him, forgetting, or not realising, the great responsibility
which Mr Rabbits would incur by failing to do so.  Well, he would know
the worst soon now at any rate, that was one consolation, for there is
nothing so bad as suspense, as the man said who was going to be hanged.

Dr Jolliffe's study was in a retired part of the house, not often
visited by the boys.  Here the uproar of their voices, and their noisy
tread as they rushed up and down the uncarpeted staircases, could not be
heard.  Here thick curtains hung before the doors, which were of some
beautifully grained wood (or painted to look like it), and gilded round
the panels.  Thick carpets lined the passages, rich paper covered the
walls; all the surroundings were in violent contrast to the outer house
given up to the pupils, and gained an exaggerated appearance of luxury
in consequence.

Buller, with his heart somewhere about his boots, tapped at the awful

"Come in!" was uttered in the dreamy tones of one whose mind was
absorbed in some occupation, and who answered instinctively, without
disturbance of his thoughts.

Buller entered and closed the door behind him.

The doctor, who was writing, and referring every now and then to certain
long slips of printed paper which were lying on the table at his side,
did not speak or look up, but merely raised his hand to intimate that he
must not be disturbed for a moment.  So Buller looked round the room;
and noted things as one does so vividly whenever one is in a funk in a
strange place; in a dentist's waiting-room, say.  The apartment was
wonderfully comfortable.  The book-cases which surrounded it were
handsome, solid, with nice little fringes of stamped leather to every
shelf.  The books were neatly arranged, and splendidly bound, many of
them in Russia leather, as the odour of the room testified.  Between the
book-cases, the wall-paper was dark crimson, and there were a few really
good oil-paintings.  The fireplace was of white marble, handsomely
carved, with Bacchantes, and Silenus on his donkey--not very appropriate
guardians of a sea-coal fire.  On the mantel-piece was a massive bronze
clock, with a figure of Prometheus chained to a rock on the top, and the
vulture digging into his ribs.  And Buller, as he noticed this,
remembered, with the clearness afforded by funk spoken of above, that an
uncle of his, who was an ardent homeopathist, had an explanation of his
own of the old Promethean myth.  He maintained that Prometheus typified
the universal allopathic patient, and that the vulture for ever gnawing
his liver was Calomel.  The clock was flanked on each side by a
grotesque figure, also in bronze.  Two medieval bullies had drawn their
swords, and were preparing for a duel, which it was apparent that
neither half liked.  A very beautiful marble group, half life-size,
stood in one corner, and gave an air of brightness to the whole room.
And on a bracket, under a glass case, there was a common pewter quart
pot, which the doctor would not have exchanged for a vase of gold.  For
it was a trophy of his prowess on the river in old college days, and
bore the names of good friends, now dead, side by side with his own.
The table at which the doctor sat was large, with drawers on each side
for papers, and a space in the middle for his legs, and was covered with
documents collected under paper-weights.  It took Tom Buller just two
minutes to note all these objects, and then the doctor looked up with an
expression of vacancy which vanished when he saw who stood before him.
He tossed his quill-pen down, took off his spectacles, and said:

"Well, Buller, what have you got to say for yourself?"

Tom hung his head, fiddled with a button of his jacket, and murmured
something to the effect that he did not know.

"It is a very serious offence of yours that has been reported to me,
nothing less than breaking out of the house, out of _my_ house, in the
dead of night.  A most enormous and unparalleled proceeding.  Why, in
the whole course of my experience I never knew of a boy having the
audacity--at least it is extremely rare," said the doctor, somewhat
abruptly breaking the thread of his sentence.  For he suddenly
remembered, conscientious man, that when an Eton boy himself he had
committed a similar offence for the purpose of visiting the Windsor
theatre.  "Suppose that in consequence of your example the custom
spread, and the boys of Weston took to escaping from their rooms at
night and careering about the country like--" He was going to say like
rabbits, but the name of the master who had detected the offender
occurred to him, and dreading the suspicion of making a joke he changed
it to--"jackals, howling jackals."  "Have you been in the habit of these

"Oh, no, sir!" cried Tom, encouraged by something in the doctor's tones
to speak out.  "I never thought of such a thing till last night, just as
I was going to bed.  But the moon was so bright, and the bar was so
loose, and the ice bears such a short time, and I take so much longer
than others to learn anything, and I was so anxious to get perfect on
the outside edge, that I gave way to the temptation.  It was very wrong,
and I am very sorry, and will take care nothing of the sort ever happens

"So will I," said the doctor drily.  "These bars shall be looked to.
And who went with you?"

"No one, sir, no one else knew of it.  I just took my skates and went.
I did not see how wrong it was, sir, then, as I do now.  I am slow, sir,
and can only think of one thing at a time."

"And the outside edge engrossed all your faculties, I suppose."

"Yes, sir."

Dr Jolliffe would have given something to let him off, but felt that he
could not; to do so would be such a severe blow to discipline.  So he
set his features into the sternest expression he could assume, and said,
"Come into my class-room after eleven-o'clock school."

"Yes, sir," replied Buller, retiring with a feeling of relief; he was to
get off with a flogging after all, and he did not imagine that
castigation at the hands of the doctor would be particularly severe.
For the head-master's class-room contained a cupboard, rarely opened,
and in that cupboard there were rods, never used at Weston for
educational purposes.  For if a boy did not prepare his lessons properly
it was assumed that they were too difficult for him, and he was sent
down into a lower form.  If he still failed to meet the school
requirements, his parents were requested to remove him, and he left,
without a stain on his character, as the magistrates say, but he was
written down an ass.  Such a termination to the Weston career was
dreaded infinitely more than any amount of corporal punishment or
impositions, and the prospect of being degraded from his class caused
the idlest boy to set to work, so that such disgraces were not common.
The birch, then, was had recourse to simply for the maintenance of
discipline, all forms of imprisonment being considered injurious to the
health.  And an invitation to the doctor's class-room after school meant
a short period, quite long enough, however, of acute physical sensation,
which was not of a pleasurable character.

But everything is comparative in this world, and Tom Buller, who had
feared that expulsion might be the penalty exacted for his offence, or
at any rate that his friends at home would be written to, and a great
fuss made, was quite in high spirits at the thought of getting the
business over so quickly and easily.  He found a group of friends
waiting for him to come out of the doctor's study, curious to know what
he had been wanted for, Tom not being the sort of fellow, they thought,
to get into a serious scrape; and when he told them that he had got out
of his window the night before to go skating, that Mr Rabbits had
caught him as he was getting in again by lighting up some chemical dodge
which illuminated the whole place, and that he was to be flogged after
eleven-o'clock school, they were filled with admiration and
astonishment.  What a brilliant idea!  What courage and coolness in the
execution!  What awfully bad luck that old Rabbits had come by just at
the wrong moment!  They took his impending punishment even more
cheerfully than he did himself, as our friends generally do, and
promised to go in a body and see the operation.  One, indeed, Simmonds,
lamented over his sad fate, and sang by way of a dirge--

  "`Here a sheer hulk lies poor Tom Bowling,
  The darling of our crew,'"

in a fine tenor voice for which he was celebrated.  And this being taken
as an allusion to the branch of cricket, in which Buller had learned to
become a proficient, was considered a joke, and from that time forth the
object of it was known as Tom Bowling.

Eleven o'clock came, and they all went into school, and Buller did his
best, to fix his attention on what he was about, instead of thinking of
what was coming afterwards.  Dr Jolliffe's class was select, consisting
of a dozen of the most proficient scholars, Crawley and Smith being the
only two of those mentioned in this story who belonged to it.  He had
hardly taken his chair ten minutes before a servant came in with a card
and a note, stating that a gentleman was waiting outside, and that his
business was very pressing.  The doctor glanced at the card, which was
Lord Woodruff's, and then tore open the note, which ran thus:

  "Dear Dr Jolliffe, can I speak to you a moment.  I would not, you may
  be sure, disturb you during school hours if there were not urgent
  reason for the interruption."

"Where is Lord Woodruff?" he asked, rising from his seat.

"Waiting in the cloister at the foot of the stair, sir."

And there indeed he found him, an excitable little man, walking up and
down in a fume.

"Dr Jolliffe," he cried, directly he saw him, "were any of your boys
out last night?  Tut, tut, how should you know!  Look here.  There were
poachers in my woods last night, and the keepers, hearing the firing, of
course went to stop, and if possible arrest them.  The rascals decamped,
however, before they could reach the place, and the keepers dispersed to
go to their several homes.  One of them, Simon Bradley, had some
distance to walk, his cottage being two miles and more from the place.
As he passed through a coppice on his way he came upon a boy and a
figure following with a sack, whether man or boy he could not say, as it
was in deep shadow.  He collared the boy, who was big and strong, and
while he was struggling with him he was struck from behind with a life-
preserver or some such instrument, which felled him to the ground,
bleeding and senseless.  After some time he came to, and managed to
crawl home, and his wife sent off to tell me, and I despatched a man on
horseback to fetch a surgeon.  And Bradley is doing pretty well; there
is no immediate fear for his life.  Of course he has recovered his wits,
or I could not give you these details, and he is certain that the fellow
he was struggling with was a Weston boy."

"Well, you see, Lord Woodruff," said the doctor, "unless the poor fellow
knew the boy, he could hardly be sure upon that point, could he?"

"Pretty nearly, I think, Dr Jolliffe.  Your boys wear a distinctive cap
of dark flannel?"

"Yes; but when they get shabby they are thrown aside, and many of the
village youths round about get hold of them and wear them."

"Aye," said Lord Woodruff, "but Bradley is confident that this was a
young gentleman; he wore a round jacket, with a white collar, and stiff
white cuffs with studs in them, for he felt them when he tried to grasp
his wrists.  No young rustic would be dressed in that fashion, and,
taken together with the cap, I fear that it must have been one of your

"It looks suspicious, certainly," said the doctor, somewhat perplexed.

"I am very sorry indeed to give you trouble, and to risk bringing any
discredit on the school," said Lord Woodruff.  "But you see one of my
men has been seriously injured, and that in my service, and if we could
find this boy, his evidence would enable us to trace the cowardly
ruffian who struck the blow."

"Then you would want to--to prosecute him, in short."

"In confidence, doctor, I should be glad not to do so if I could help
it, and if he would give his evidence freely it might be avoided.  But
it may be necessary to frighten him, if we can find him, that is.  And,
doctor, allow me to say that if this were merely a boyish escapade, a
raid upon my pheasants, I should be content to leave the matter in your
hands, considering that a sound flogging would meet the case.  But my
man being dangerously hurt alters the whole business.  I owe it to him,
and to all others in my employ, not to leave a stone unturned to
discover the perpetrator of the outrage, and I call upon you, Dr
Jolliffe, to assist me."

The doctor bowed.  "Can your lordship suggest anything you would like
done towards the elucidation of this mystery?" he said.  "In spite of
the jacket and cuffs, I find it difficult to suppose that any Weston boy
is in league with poachers.  But you may rely on my doing all in my
power to aid you in any investigation you may think desirable."

"I expected as much, and thank you," replied Lord Woodruff.  "It
occurred to me, then, that it might be well, as a preliminary measure,
to collect the boys together in one room and lay the case before them,
promising impunity to the offender, if present, on condition of his
turning queen's evidence."

"It shall be done at once," said the doctor.  "Will you speak to them,
or shall I?"

"It does not much matter," replied Lord Woodruff.  "Perhaps the pledge
would come better from me, the natural prosecutor."

"Very good."

The doctor returned to his class-room, not too soon.  One of the young
scamps had taken his chair, and was delivering a burlesque lecture, near
enough to the head-master's style to excite irreverent laughter.  They
listened for his step upon the stair, however, and when he entered the
room they might have been taken for a synod discussing a Revised Edition
by the extreme gravity of their demeanour.

"We must interrupt our studies for a short time, I am sorry to say,"
observed Dr Jolliffe.  "I wish you to assemble at once, but without
noise, in the schools.  And, Probyn, run round to the other class-rooms,
and tell the masters, with my compliments, that I wish their classes
also to go there at once, and arrange themselves in their proper places,
as on Examination Days."

The "Schools" was a large room which held all Weston; but the college
was liberal in the matter of accommodation, and only three classes were
habitually held in it, that so the hubbub of voices might not be
inconvenient.  For some persons are so constituted that when you seek to
instruct them in Greek, they take an intense interest in mathematics, if
treated upon within their hearing, and _vice versa_.  But every class
had its appointed place in the schools, all the same, and in a few
minutes after the summons had gone forth, the boys, not quite broken-
hearted at having to shut up their books, were reassembled in the large
room, wondering what on earth had happened to cause such an unparalleled
infraction of the daily routine.  One sanguine youth suggested that they
were to have an extra half-holiday in consequence of the fine condition
of the ice, and he had many converts to his opinion; but there were many
other theories.  Saurin alone formed a correct guess at the real matter
in hand, conscience prompting him.

No sooner were all settled in their places than the head-master came in
accompanied by Lord Woodruff, who was known to most present by sight,
and curiosity became almost painful.

"It is he who has begged us the half-holiday," whispered the prophet of
good to his neighbour.  "Shall we give him a cheer?"

"Better wait to make certain first," replied his more prudent auditor.

Next the roll was called, and when all had answered to their names Dr
Jolliffe announced that their visitor had something serious to say to
them; and then Lord Woodruff got up.

"No doubt some of your fathers are preservers of game for sporting
purposes," he said, "and you all know what it means.  I preserve game in
this neighbourhood; and last night one of my keepers was going home
through a wood where there are a good many pheasants, for it has not
been disturbed this year, when he met two persons.  They may not have
been poachers, but poaching was certainly going on last night, for the
guns were heard, and the man naturally concluded that they were
trespassing in pursuit of game, for why else should they be there at
that hour of the night.  And so, as was clearly his duty, he endeavoured
to secure one of them.  But just as he had succeeded in doing so, he was
struck down from behind with some weapon which has inflicted serious
injuries upon him.  He has recovered his senses, and laid an information
that the person he seized was a Weston boy."

There was a murmur and a movement throughout the assembly at this
sensational announcement.  Saurin, who felt that he was very pale,
muttered, "Absurd!" and strove to assume a look of incredulous

"Now, boys, listen to me.  I take a great interest in Weston College,
and should be sorry to see any disgrace brought upon it.  And indeed it
would be very painful to me that any one of you should have his future
prospects blighted on first entering into life, for what I am willing to
look upon as a thoughtless freak.  But when the matter is once put into
the hands of the police I shall have no further power to shield anyone,
and if they trace the boy who was in that wood last night, which, mind
you, they will probably do, safe as he may think himself, he will have
to stand his trial in a court of justice.  But now, I will give him a
fair chance.  If he will stand forward and confess that he was present
on the occasion I allude to, and will say who the ruffian was that
struck the blow, for of complicity in such an act I do not for a moment
suspect him, I promise that he shall not be himself proceeded against in
any way."

There was a pause of a full minute, during which there was dead silence;
no one moved.

"What!" continued Lord Woodruff; "were you all in your beds at eleven
o'clock last night?  Was there no one out of college unbeknown to the

He looked slowly round as he spoke, and it seemed to Buller that his
eyes rested upon him.  Though he knew nothing of this poaching business,
he was certainly out, and perhaps Dr Jolliffe had told Lord Woodruff
so, and this was a trap to see if he would own to it, and if he did not,
they might suspect him of the other thing.  He half rose, and sat down
again, hesitating.

"Ah!" said Lord Woodruff, catching sight of the movement; "what is it,
my lad? speak up, don't be afraid."

"I was certainly out of the college last night," said Buller, getting on
to his feet, "but I was not near any wood, and I did not meet any man,
or see or hear any struggling or fighting."

"It has nothing to do with this case, my lord," interposed the doctor.
"This boy went late to the gravel-pits to skate, and was seen by one of
the masters.  It was a breach of the regulations, for which he will be
punished, but nothing more serious."

"Oh! if he was seen skating by one of the masters that is enough.  Might
I speak to the gentleman?"


And Mr Rabbits was called forward and introduced.

"Oh!  Mr Rabbits, you actually saw this boy skating last night, did

"No, not exactly.  He was getting in again at his window when I
surprised him?"

"May I ask at what time?"

"About half-past twelve."

"And how, if you did not see him, do you know that he was out skating?"

"He said so," replied Mr Rabbits innocently.

"And his word is the only evidence you have that he was not elsewhere?"

Mr Rabbits was obliged to confess that it was.

"Buller! come here," cried the doctor.  "Now, did anyone see you at the
gravel-pits, or going there, or coming back?"

"No, sir."

"Think well, because you may be suspected of having gone in an exactly
opposite direction.  If any friend was with you I am certain that he
would be glad to give himself up to get you out of a really serious
scrape.  Shall I put it to the boys, my lord?"

"It is of no use, sir," said Buller.  "I was quite alone, just as I told
you, and no one knew I was out.  I did not think of it myself till a few
minutes before, when I found the bar loose.  And I did not open my door
even.  And I saw no one, going or returning, till Mr Rabbits lit his
chemical as I was getting in at the window."

"It is very painful to--ah--to seem to doubt your word, in short," said
Lord Woodruff with hesitation, for he was a gentleman, and Tom's manner
struck him as remarkably open and straightforward.  "But you know it is
impossible to accept anyone's unsupported evidence in his own favour,
and I really wish that you could produce some one to corroborate your
rather unlikely story.  Assuming for a moment that you were in the
company of poachers for a bit of fun last night, and that you saw
something of this affray, and being caught as you got home, were
frightened into accounting for your being out at so late an hour by this
story of going skating in the moonlight; I say, assuming all this, I
appeal to you to save yourself from serious consequences, and to forward
the ends of justice by telling anything you know which may put us on the
traces of the fellow who has injured my poor gamekeeper.  A fellow who
would come behind and strike a cowardly blow like that, trying to murder
or maim a man who was simply doing his duty, does not deserve that you
should shield him.  Come, will you not denounce him?"

"But how can I tell about things of which I have no knowledge whatever?"
cried Buller, who was getting vexed as well as bewildered.  "What I have
said is the exact truth, and if it does not suit you I cannot help it.
Believe me or not, as you like, there is no good in my going on
repeating my words."

"I cannot accept the responsibility of taking your bare word in such a
matter," said Lord Woodruff, more stiffly, for Tom's tone had offended
him; "a magistrate may do so.  Of course I shall not adjudicate in my
own case," he added, turning to Dr Jolliffe.  "Mr Elliot is the next
nearest magistrate, and I shall apply for a warrant against this youth
to him."

Tom Buller experienced a rather sudden change of sensation in a short
period.  A quarter of an hour ago he felt like a culprit, now his heart
swelled with the indignation of a hero and a martyr.  To be accused of
poaching, and asked to betray a supposed accomplice in what might prove
a murder, just because he happened to be out after ten one night, was
rather too strong, and Tom's back was up.

"You had better go to your room, Buller, and wait there till you hear
further," said Dr Jolliffe, not unkindly.

To tell the truth the doctor was a good deal ruffled by this accusation,
brought, as it seemed to him, on very insufficient grounds, against some
member of the school.  But he was determined to be as cool and quiet
about it as possible, and not to give any one a chance of saying that he
had obstructed the ends of justice.  For if he took the highly indignant
line, and it were proved after all that one of his boys was involved in
the scrape, how foolish he would look!

"And you really mean to have this boy up before Mr Elliot on a charge
of poaching?" he asked.

"What else can I do?" said Lord Woodruff.  "His own obstinacy in
refusing to tell what he knows is to blame."

"But supposing that he really knows nothing, how can he tell it?  I know
the boy well, and he is remarkably truthful and straightforward.
Intensely interested, too, in the studies and sports of his school, and
the very last to seek low company or get into a scrape of this kind."

Lord Woodruff smiled and shook his head.



Have you ever stood near a bee-hive when something unusual was going on
inside?  When a swarm was meditated, or you had cut off the
communication with a super which you meant to take?  Just such a buzz
and murmur as then arises might have been heard in Weston court-yard
when the boys poured out from the schools, only increased so much in
volume as the human vocal organs are more powerful than the apiarian.
And surely not without cause, for the scene which had just been enacted,
without any rehearsal, for their benefit was simply astounding.

"Fancy Tom Buller the chief of a gang of poachers!" cried Saurin.  "By
Jove, I did not think it was in him, and fairly confess that I have not
done him justice.  He is a dark horse and no mistake."

"Why, you don't for a moment suppose that there is anything in it, do
you?" asked Robarts, who heard him.

"I don't know, I'm sure," replied Saurin; "perhaps not.  Awful liars
those keeper chaps, no doubt.  We shall know all about it in time, I

"It would not be bad fun if one got a fair price for the game one took,"
said Griffiths.  "But the risk and difficulty of selling it would be so
great that one would be certain to be robbed."

"What an ass Tom Bowling was to give himself up; it would have been all
right if he had sat still."

"I don't know that.  He had already been caught breaking out of college,
don't you see, and they would have been certain to put this and that

"Who would?"

"Old Jolliffe."

"Not a bit of it.  I twigged his face when Buller stood up, and he
looked as vexed as possible.  _He'd_ never have told."

"I am not sure of that, and I think Buller was right not to risk it."

"Fussy old chap, Lord Woodruff!"

"Not a bad sort altogether, I believe, if you rub him the right way."

"No more am I; give me everything I want, and never thwart me, and I am
the easiest fellow to live with in the world."

That is a sample of the way the matter was discussed and commented upon.
But the most astonished of the whole school, and the only one who could
not trust himself to make any remark at all in public, was Edwards.  For
the second time that day he had to watch his opportunity for a private
conference with Saurin, and when he found it he opened on him eagerly.

"What a chap you are!  And so you had a regular fight with keepers, and
nearly did for one; and all you said this morning was that the whole
thing was a failure and a sell.  And even when we talked about
gamekeepers catching poachers, and the poachers resisting, you kept it
all dark."

"Why, it was a serious thing to talk about, you see," said Saurin.

"Well, I think you might have trusted me at all events," replied Edwards
somewhat reproachfully.

"Trust you!  My dear fellow I would trust you with my life," said
Saurin.  "But I thought it better to keep Marriner's attack on this
keeper secret for your sake.  There was sure to be a row, and in case of
the inquiry coming in this direction, and your being questioned, it
would be so much jollier for you to be able to say that you knew nothing
about it.  Whereas, if I had entered into all the details, it would have
bothered you.  For, to tell the truth, I feared the man was killed; now
he is not hurt much, I don't care."

"They would not have got anything out of me," said Edwards.

"Perhaps not," replied Saurin.  "But those lawyers are awful fellows
when they get you into the witness-box, and make you say pretty nearly
what they like.  I had much rather have nothing to tell them myself if I
were to be put in such a position, and I thought you would feel the

"You are right, so I do," said Edwards.  "What a fellow you are, Saurin,
you think of everything!"

"It is different, now that they have got hold of that ass, Buller; what
a joke it all is, isn't it?"

"Yes," replied Edwards, in a tone of hesitation, however, as if he did
not quite see the humour of it.  "Rather rough upon Buller, though,
don't you think?"

"Not a bit of it; he has got off his flogging."

"But suppose he comes in for something worse?"

"How should he?  They cannot prove that he was in the coppice when he
was about three miles in the opposite direction, you know.  Now, if I
were once suspected, they would find out that I constantly went to
Slam's, who finds agents to sell the game for all the poachers round,
and some of the keepers too, if the truth were known, and that I had
been seen in Marriner's company; who is considered to make a regular
income out of Lord Woodruff's pheasants, and they would have some
grounds to go upon.  But Buller is all right."

But though he spoke like this to quiet Edwards, Saurin did not care
whether Buller got into serious trouble or not.  He was a friend of
Crawley's, had seconded him in the fight, and given him advice which
contributed as much as anything else to Saurin's defeat.  If he were
expelled and sent to prison it would not break his (Saurin's) heart.
The only fear was that if Edwards blabbed--and he was so weak that he
could not be absolutely trusted--fellows would think it horribly mean to
let Buller be punished unjustly, for what he himself had done.  And on
this account, and this account only, he hoped that Buller would get off.

Mr Elliot, the magistrate, lived at Penredding, the village where Mr
Rabbits had gone to lecture, and thither Tom Buller was driven in a
close fly, the doctor accompanying him.  Lord Woodruff, who had come to
Weston on horseback, rode over separately.  Mr Elliot was a man of good
common sense, though his opinions were not quite so weighty as his
person, which declined to rise in one scale when fifteen stone was in
the other.  He was a just man also, though perhaps he was less dilatory
in attending to the wishes of a member of one of the great county
families than he might be in the case of a mere nobody.  If a rich man
and a poor one had a dispute, he considered that the presumption was in
favour of the former, but he did not allow this prejudice to influence
him one iota in the teeth of direct evidence.

Just after the fly had left Weston some snow flakes began to fall.
"Ah!" thought Tom, "it may snow as hard as it pleases now.  I have had a
good turn at any rate.  I was not able to do the outside edge when the
frost set in, and now I can cut an eight.  I wish, though, I could keep
my balance in the second curl of those threes.  I must practise going
backwards, and stick to that next time I have a chance."

Dr Jolliffe, who saw that he was absorbed in reflection, thought that
he was dwelling upon the serious nature of the position, in which he
found himself, and would have been amused if he could have read the real
subject of his meditations.  But he could not do that, so he read the
proof-sheets of his new treatise on the digamma.  The snow fell thicker,
and by the time they reached Penredding the country was covered with a
white sheet.

Mr Elliot, who had been warned of their coming, was ready to receive
them, and Lord Woodruff came forward with an inspector of rural police,
and told his story, which was written down by a clerk and read over.
Then the whole party set out on their travels again and drove to the
cottage of the wounded gamekeeper, where they were received by a young
woman, who had been crying her eyes red, and to the folds of whose dress
two little children clung, hiding their faces therein, but stealing shy
glances now and then at the quality, and the awful representative of the
law, who had come to visit them.

"The doctor has told us that it would do your husband no harm to say
before me what he has already told Lord Woodruff," said Mr Elliot to
her.  "I was rejoiced to hear that he is doing so well.  It was a most
shameful, brutal, and cowardly attack, and we are most anxious that the
offender should be brought to justice."

"Yes, sir," said the woman.  "Doctor thinks it may quiet him like to
have his dispositions took, and then he may go to sleep."

"Exactly.  Will you be so kind as to tell him that we are here?"

She pushed the children into an inner room, ran up-stairs, and presently
reappeared, asking them to walk up.  Bradley was in bed, propped with
pillows.  A handkerchief was tied round his head, and his face was pale
from loss of blood.  Either from that cause, or on account of the shock
to the nervous system, he was also very weak.

"How do you feel now, Bradley?" asked Lord Woodruff gently, going to the

"Rayther queer as yet, my lord," was the reply.

"No doubt.  But you have a good hard head, and there is nothing serious
the matter, the doctor says.  But it may be some days before it will be
prudent for you to go out, so, as we want to get on the traces of the
fellow who struck you at once, Mr Elliot has kindly come over to take
your deposition here, instead of waiting till you were fit to go to

When Tom Buller saw the woman and children, and then afterwards their
strong bread-earner reduced to such a condition, he indeed felt heartily
glad that there was no truth in the accusation against him.  To have had
any part in bringing about such a scene of family distress would have
been too much for him.

The wounded man told his story clearly enough, and then Tom Buller was
told to stand in the light where he could see him clearly.

"Noa," said the wounded man, "I could not say who it wor.  There was a
bright moon, but the boy was in the shadow, and I got no clear look at
his face; but he wor one of the Weston young gentlemen, I am sartin of
that.  A bit bigger than him, I should say, but I couldn't say for sure.
He wor a strong un, I know that."

When all this was written down, back they went to Penredding again,
slower now, for the snow was getting deep, and assembled once more in
Mr Elliot's study, where Buller was warned against criminating himself,
and then allowed to speak.  He had been out that night, but in a
contrary direction, skating; no one had seen him, and he had no

"There is hardly any case," said Mr Elliot.  "The boy owns that he was
out the night of the assault, and the gamekeeper swears he was
struggling with a boy, whom he thinks was rather bigger.  But there are
no marks of any struggle having taken place upon the lad.  There may be
reason for suspicion, but nothing more."

"Exactly; and I do not ask for a committal, but only for a remand, to
give the police an opportunity of collecting further evidence," said
Lord Woodruff.

"And I do not oppose the remand," said Dr Jolliffe.  "I am perfectly
convinced of the boy's complete innocence; but in his interest I should
like the matter to be gone into further, now the accusation has once
been made."

"Very good; this day week, then.  And I will take your bail for his
appearance, Dr Jolliffe."

And it being so arranged, everybody went home through the snow; and the
police took up a wrong scent altogether, that, namely, of the gang that
had been taking game in another part of the preserves earlier in the
night, and to which it was somewhat naturally supposed the other two
belonged.  And one of them was traced, and a reward, together with
impunity, was offered to him if he would turn queen's evidence, and say
who had struck down the keeper.  But the man, of course, could tell
nothing about it.

As for Tom Buller, he went back to his lessons as usual, and was a hero.
It was something novel to have a fellow out of prison on bail at
Weston, and the boys racked their brains for some evidence in his
favour.  His flogging was put off _sine die_, for the doctor felt it
unjust to deal with his case scholastically while the question of his
punishment by the laws of the country was still pending.  The only boy
who thought of anything practical was Smith, "Old Algebra," as they
called him.  He went up privately to Mr Rabbits one day and said, "I
beg your pardon, sir, but might I speak to you for a moment?"

"Certainly, Smith," said Mr Rabbits; "what is it?"

"When you saw Buller getting in at the window by the light of your
magnesium wire, did you notice his skates?"

"Bless me!" cried Mr Rabbits; "now you mention it, I think--nay, I am
sure I did.  They were hanging round his neck.  To be sure; why, that
tends to corroborate his assertion that he went skating."

"Will it not be enough to clear him, sir?"

"Well, not quite, I fear.  You see, they may say that he might have
started to go skating, and met with this poacher, and gone off with him
out of curiosity.  But still it is worth something, and I shall make a
point of appearing before the magistrate and giving evidence on the
point.  It was a very good idea of yours--very."

When the snow ceased, the boys took brooms with them to the gravel-pits
and cleared a space, which grew larger every time they went to skate on
it, some of the hangers-on of the school helping forward the work, for
what coppers and sixpences they could pick up.  But they were lazy,
loafing dogs, and the boys did most of it for themselves.  Buller did
not go to the ice any more, however; though not expressly forbidden, he
thought the doctor would not like it; it would look as if he did not
take his position seriously enough.  It was for the sake of skating that
he had broken out at night and got into this scrape, and so now he would
deny himself.

The week passed, and Buller again went over with Dr Jolliffe to Mr
Elliot's house at Penredding, Mr Rabbits this time accompanying him.
The frost still held, and the boys went skating.

I have said that there was no recognised system of fagging at Weston;
yet, when a fellow in the head-master's class told a boy in the lowest
form to do anything, why, it so happened that he generally did it.  So,
when Crawley observed:

"There's a beautiful bit of smooth ice under here.  I say, you two,
Penryhn and Simmonds, suppose you take those brooms and clear a bit of

Penryhn and Simmonds acted on the suggestion.  After clearing some
twenty square yards of beautiful black ice, Simmonds turned up something
hard, which he picked up and invoked Jupiter.

"What is it?" asked Penryhn.

"Findings, keepings," responded Simmonds.

"Let's look," said Penryhn.  "Why, that is Buller's knife!"

"Ah, ah! how do you know that?"

"Why, it has a punch in it; he lent it me to punch a hole in my strap
when we got home from skating one day.  It has his name engraved upon it
somewhere; there it is, look, on that plate--`T.  Buller'."

"Like my luck!" sighed Simmonds; "I never found anything yet but what it
belonged to some other fellow."

"What was that you said, Penryhn, about Buller lending you his knife?"
asked Crawley, who was cutting threes on the new bit of ice.  "What day
was it?"

"The day before the snow; yesterday week, that was."

"What time?"

"In the evening, just before supper, when I was cleaning up my skates
for next day.  By Jove!  I see what you are driving at.  Buller has not
been any day since, so he must have dropped it when he came that night."

"Of course.  Now, you and Simmonds run back to school, find Cookson, who
is senior master now the doctor's out, ask leave to go over to
Penredding, and cut there as hard as you can split."

The pair were off before he could finish his sentence.

The party assembled in Mr Elliot's library was the same as on the week
previously, with the addition of a detective, who had detected nothing,
and Mr Rabbits, who now testified that he saw skates hanging round
Buller's neck when he was getting in at the window.  The question was
concerning a further remand, for the magistrate firmly refused to commit
the boy for trial on the evidence before them.  "I grant that it is
suspicious; he was out late at night when he had no business to be, and
that same night a Weston boy was, almost to a certainty, seized by
Bradley in the coppice.  But if one boy could get out another might, and
now it is proved that this one had his skates with him at the time.  No
jury would convict on such evidence."  He did not even like granting a
remand, but neither did he like to stand out too strongly against the
wishes of Lord Woodruff.

At this juncture voices were heard outside, and presently a constable
opened the door and said that two young gentlemen from Weston had
something to say.

"Found the real culprit, perhaps," muttered Lord Woodruff.

"Bring them in," said the magistrate, and Simmonds and Penryhn entered,
hot, excited, and still panting for breath.

"Please, sir, we have leave from Mr Cookson, and I have found Tom
Bowling--I mean Buller's knife," said the former, addressing Dr
Jolliffe, who waved his hand towards Mr Elliot in silence, and frowned.

"Wait a bit, my lad, do not be flurried," said the magistrate; "stand
there.  Let him be sworn," he added to the clerk.  And Simmonds took his
first legitimate oath.

Then he told the simple story which we know.  And when he had done
Penryhn kissed the book in his turn and completed the chain of evidence.
It was really quite sufficiently clear, that unless yet another boy had
got out, and gone skating on the gravel-pits that night, taking Buller's
knife with him and losing it, that he himself had been there as he said;
and therefore that he was not in the coppice, two miles on the other
side of Weston.  Lord Woodruff himself was convinced, and Buller was at
once discharged, everybody shaking hands with him.

"And, Buller," said Dr Jolliffe as they left the house, "as I hope that
the anxiety you have been subjected to by your own unlawful action will
prove sufficient punishment, I shall not take any further notice of your
breaking out that night.  Let it be a lesson to you, that you cannot
engage in what is unlawful without assuming something which is common to
_all_ criminals, and running the risk of being mixed up with them."
Which was a beautifully mild preachee to take the place of floggee.

Tom Bowling received quite an ovation next day, and did not know what to
do with his popularity.  He was ready enough to skate now, but a thaw
came, and there was no other chance afforded that term.



A week before the Christmas holidays a boy named Gould came up to
Crawley and said, "I wish you would come and stay with me a week or so
this Christmas at my father's place in Suffolk, Nugget Towers.  The best
of the shooting is over, the partridges being very wild by now, and it
is not a pheasant country, as there are no woods to speak of.  But there
are a good many snipe down towards the river, so you had better bring
your gun.  Besides we will have a day's partridge driving, for there are
plenty, if you could only get at them.  And there is a pack of foxhounds
that meets about ten miles off once a week at least, and some harriers
close by.  I generally go out with the harriers.  We can give you a
mount; you do not ride above twelve stone I should say, do you?"

"No, I should think not, but I have not been weighed lately," replied
Crawley.  "You are very kind, I am sure, but does your father know?
Perhaps he has made arrangements to fill his house."

"Oh no! it is all right.  My father does not bother his head about such
things; he is perpetually going to London, and thinking of business.
But my mother and sisters want you to come, and have told me to ask

"I am much obliged to them, they are very good.  And I should like it
very much," said Crawley, somewhat more hesitatingly than it was his
wont to speak.

For this invitation was rather a hot coal on his head.  Gould had
courted his acquaintance and he had rather snubbed him, not liking him
particularly.  He was rich, which mattered to nobody, but he gave
himself airs on the strength of it, and that did.  There are few things
more irritating than to hear anyone perpetually bragging of his money,
and if you happen to be poor yourself I do not think that it helps you
to sit and listen more patiently.  And then Gould was an injudicious
flatterer; he made the flattered fellow uncomfortable.  It is a nice
thing, flattery, and causes one to feel good all over, if it is
delicately applied with a camel's-hair brush, as it were.  But Gould
laid it on with a trowel.  He only courted success; if anyone were down
he would be the first to spurn him.

Now, Crawley was undoubtedly the boy held in greatest estimation in the
school: captain and treasurer of the cricket and football clubs, good-
looking, pleasant in manners, open, generous, clever at lessons, he was
a special favourite with masters and boys, and therefore Gould burnt his
incense before him.  For to be Crawley's chum was to gain a certain
amount of consideration in the school, and Gould did not mind shining
with a reflected light.  He was not like Saurin in that respect, whose
egotism saved him at least from being a toad-eater.  Gould was vain
enough, but his vanity was of a different kind.  But hitherto all his
efforts had been in vain, and Crawley had rather snubbed him.  This had
not prevented Gould from talking about him, exaggerating his merits, and
bragging about his intimacy with him at home.  It was always "my friend
Crawley and I" did this, that, and the other.  So that Mrs Gould wrote
to him one day asking whether he would not like his inseparable to come
and stay with him during the holidays; and Clarissa Gould added a
postscript to the effect that as he was so clever he would be of great
use to them in their private theatricals.

Crawley was one boy amongst a rather large family of girls; the father
was dead, and the mother, though able to live in ordinary comfort, was
far from rich.  She could not indulge in carriages and horses, or men-
servants, for example, and she lived near London for the sake of her
daughters' education.  So that Crawley had never had an opportunity of
gaining proficiency in those sports which cannot be indulged in without
a good deal of expenditure, and he looked upon hunting and shooting as
sublime delights far out of his reach at present, though perhaps he
might attain to them by working very hard, some day.  His ambition was
to enter the army, not that he thought drill any particular fun, or
desired the destruction of his fellow-creatures, or ever indulged in
dreams of medals, bars, triumphal arches, and the thanks of parliament,
but simply because he might get to India, stick pigs, and shoot tigers.
Shooting! hunting!  Gould's words made his nerves tingle from head to
foot with excitement.  And he had thought the fellow who now offered him
a taste of such pleasures a muff, a bore, a sycophant, and done his best
to avoid him!  How wrong it is to have prejudices!

"Well, then, when will you come?" asked Gould.

"As soon as it is convenient to have me after Christmas," replied
Crawley.  "I must spend the Christmas week at home, you know; but then I
am free.  I should tell you, though, that I cannot shoot or ride a
little bit.  I have never had any practice, and you will find me an
awful duffer."

"All right; fellows always say that."

"Yes, I know they do sometimes, in mock modesty.  But in my case it's a
fact, and I warn you, that I may not spoil your fun."

"My dear fellow," said Gould, "you could not do that unless your want of
skill were catching.  I should be glad if I could put you up to a
wrinkle or two."

"On those terms, then, I shall be very glad to come."

"That is all right."

What a happy stroke for Gould! he had come to call Crawley "my dear
fellow" already.

The idea of his new friend putting him up to a "wrinkle or two" rather
tickled Crawley.  Gould was so poor a performer at cricket, fives, lawn-
tennis, football everything which required a ready hand, a quick eye,
and firm nerves--that Crawley could not imagine his beating him even
with the advantage of previous knowledge.  Yet he had not exaggerated
his own deficiencies.  Bring his gun, indeed!  The only gun he had to
bring was a single-barrelled muzzle-loader which had belonged to his
father.  With this he had shot water-rats, sparrows, and, on one
occasion when they were very numerous, fieldfares; but not flying--he
had never attempted that.  No; he had stalked his small bird till he got
within thirty yards of the bough where it was perched, and taken a
steady pot-shot.  As for riding, when a very little boy during his
father's lifetime he had had a pony; and two or three times since, when
staying at watering-places in the summer, he had mounted a hired hack.
So that his ideas of sport were gathered entirely from books and
pictures, to which, when they treated of that subject, he was devotedly
attached.  What happy hours he had spent poring over _Jorrock's Hunts,
Mr Sponge's Sporting Tour_, and the works of the _Old Shekarry_!  When
he went to a picture-gallery he was listless until he came upon some
representation of moving adventure by flood or field, and then the rest
of the party could hardly drag him away.  He had a little collection of
coloured prints in his room at home, gathered at various times, and
highly esteemed by him, which conveyed a somewhat exaggerated idea of
equine powers.  For in one a horse was clearing a stream about the width
of the Thames at Reading, and in another an animal of probably the same
breed was flying a solid stone wall quite ten feet high.  Now he was to
have a little taste of these often-dreamed-of joys, and the idea
absorbed his thoughts and made him restless at night.

To do him justice, he did not think about it on first meeting his mother
and sisters when he went home; but on the second day of his return the
invitation and all it promised came back to him, and he broached the
matter to Mrs Crawley at breakfast-time.  "Please, Mother, I have had
an invitation to spend a week with a school-fellow after Christmas."

"Oh, and who is he?" asked Mrs Crawley.

"A chap named Gould; they are awfully rich people--just the sort I ought
to know, you know.  They live in Suffolk at a place called Nugget

"And what sort of boy is he?  Because, of course, Vincent, we must ask
him here in the summer in return."

"Well, he is always very civil to me, and I don't know any harm of him;
but he is not good at games and that, and not much fun to talk to--so I
have never been quite so thick with him as he wished.  That makes it all
the more civil of him.  He must have talked about me at home, for his
mother sent the invitation."

"Well, Vincent, I am glad you spoke of it at once, for we must make
haste to look over your linen, which generally comes home in a terrible
state.  You had better go to-day to the tailor and get measured for your
dress clothes; but you were to have had them for Christmas any way, so
that will be nothing extra."

For Crawley, it must be mentioned, had arrived at an age and height when
a tail-coat was a necessary garment if he went anywhere of an evening.

"No, Mother," he said, "except a pair of porpoise-hide boots and some
leggings; and could I have a gun, do you think?  There will be some
shooting, you know."

"A gun, Vincent!  Will not the one you have already do?"

"Oh, no, Mother--it is so old and out of date, I should be laughed at.
I might just as well take an arquebus or a crossbow."

"Is not a gun a very expensive thing?"

"Why, you may make it so, of course; but I don't want that.  I have been
studying the _Field_, and I can get a good central-fire breech-loader
for £10."

"Ten pounds is a good deal," said Mrs Crawley thoughtfully; "but I
suppose you must have a gun if you want one.  Only remember, Vincent,
that I am not rich, and your education and other expenses are very
heavy.  And there are your sisters to be thought of--what with their
dresses and their music, drawing and dancing, I have to be very

"Oh, of course, Mother," said Crawley, going round and kissing her;
"what a dear you are!"

And his heart smote him as he thought of certain "ticks" he owed at
school, and had not yet had the courage to confess to.  For Vincent
Crawley, though he had many good qualities, was by no means perfect.  He
was rather spoiled by indulgence at home and popularity at school, and
thought a good deal too much of himself for one thing, and for another
he was inclined to be thoughtless and extravagant in money matters.  It
is excellent to be generous with money which is absolutely our own; but
to seek to get the credit for generosity at other people's expense is
quite another, and not at all an admirable thing.  Crawley knew this in
theory, but practically, if he wanted anything and could get it, he had
it; and if a friend had a longing for ices, strawberry mess, oyster-
patties, or any other school luxury, he would treat him, running up a
score if he had not the cash in his pocket to pay with.  And if there
was generosity in this impulse, I fear that there was ostentation too.
It added to his popularity, and popularity had become as the air he
breathed.  _For the only real test of generosity is self-denial_.  If
you go without something you really want in order to oblige someone
else, that is genuine, admirable, and somewhat rare.  But if you have
everything you want and forego nothing whatever by conferring a favour,
you may show good nature, careless indifference to the value of money,
or a pleasant sense of patronage, but not necessarily true generosity.
That _may_ be the spirit which dictates your conduct, but the act does
not prove it.

Now, in Crawley's case, his mother was the only one who had to exercise
self-denial.  But he never thought of that.  He prided himself on being
a very generous fellow, and so he was by nature, but not so much so as
he took credit for, and he was growing more selfish than otherwise;
which was a pity.  He went up to London, and was measured for his dress
clothes, and got his boots and gaiters, and then sought out and found
the gun-shop, mentioned in the _Field_, and instead of pretending to be
knowing about firearms, wisely told the shopman why he came to him, and
that he trusted him entirely, being quite unable to judge for himself,
which made the man take particular pains to select him a good one, and
show him how to judge if the stock suited him; namely, by fixing his
eyes on an object, and bringing the gun sharply up to his shoulder.
Then closing the left eye, and looking along the barrel with the right,
to see whether the sight was on the object.  If he had to raise or lower
the muzzle to obtain that result, it was obvious that it did not come up
right for him.  At length he got one which suited him exactly, and he
was shown the mechanism by which the breeches were opened and closed,
and learned how to take it to pieces, put it together again, clean it,
and oil it.

Finally he bought it, together with a hundred cartridges, fifty being
loaded with snipe-shot, and fifty with number five; all on the
gunmaker's recommendation, to whom he explained the kind of shooting he
expected to have.  He would not let it be sent home for him, but took it
off himself.

"You only hold it straight, sir, and I'll guarantee the gun will kill
well enough," said the maker as he left.

What a charm there is in a new bat, a new gun, a new fly-rod, a new
racket; how one longs for an opportunity to try it!  Really it is often
a consolation to me to think that very rich people lose all that.  When
everything is so easily obtained, nothing is of any value.  Crawley at
any rate was delighted with his new possession.  He took it to pieces
and put it together again for the benefit of every member of the family,
besides a good many times for his own private delectation, and practised
aiming drill and position drill by the hour together, without knowing
that there were any such military exercises.

The frost set in again, however, a week before Christmas, and when the
ice bore, he had to leave his new toy alone, for besides practising
himself, his sisters required tuition in the art of skating.  And you
must not think that he found the time hang heavy to the day of his
departure; he was too fresh home, and of too genial a disposition for
that, besides which it was Christmas time.  But he did look forward with
pleasurable excitement to his visit, for all that.

The day came at length, and he started for Barnsbury, snugly ensconsed
in a first-class carriage, with wraps, and comic papers, and a story by
Manville Fenn with a thrilling picture on the cover, and his beloved gun
in the rack over his head.  His mother had suggested travelling second-
class, but he durst not, for fear someone should meet him at the
station.  He was right in that expectation, for when the train stopped
at Barnsbury he saw Gould and a man in livery waiting for him on the

"All right! how are you, old fellow?" said Gould, shaking him by the
hand.  "How good of you to come!  No hunting in such a frost as this, so
I thought I would drive over myself."

Crawley said something civil, and the groom touched his hat and asked
what luggage he had, taking his gun-case from him as he spoke.

"It will be brought after us in the tax-cart," said Gould, "which has
come over too.  I hate a lot of luggage in the trap I am driving, don't
you?  Leave it to William and come along; it will be all right;" and he
led the way out of the station, where there was a dog-cart with another
liveried servant on the seat, and a handsome nag in the shafts, waiting
at the door.

The man jumped down and touched his hat; Crawley got in; Gould gathered
up the reins, sat beside him, and started, the man springing up behind
as they moved off, and balancing himself, with folded arms, as smart and
natty as you please.

Crawley wondered more and more that he had never perceived any
superiority in Gould; surely he must be very blind.

"It is only half-an-hour's drive, behind an animal like this," said his
new friend.  "The frost is giving, so we may have a run with the
harriers in a few days.  In the meantime there are a good many snipe.
We will have a crack at them to-morrow morning, if you like."

"I should like very much," replied Crawley.

The country they were driving through was not very picturesque, as it
wanted wood, a strange want for Suffolk; but they soon came to a lodge
with a gate, opened for them by a curtseying woman, and admitting them
to a park where there were trees, and fine ones, though standing about
by themselves, not grouped together.  They spun along through this up to
a large white house with a colonnade in front, and a terrace, with urns
for flowers and statues all along it, looking bare and cheerless enough
at this time of year.  But the hall made amends when they entered it,
for it was warm, luxurious, and bright enough for a sitting-room.  Two
footmen in plush and with slightly powdered hair inhabited it, and one
of them helped Crawley to get rid of his wraps, and then Gould led the
way to the drawing-room, where Mrs Gould and three daughters were
drinking tea and eating muffins and things, for fear they should have
too good appetites for dinner, I suppose, and introduced him.

Crawley shook several hands and accepted a cup of tea, and sat down on a
very low and very soft seat, which he could have passed the night in
luxuriously if beds had run short, and felt as awkward as you please.
He always was shy in ladies' society.  Not in that of his sisters, of
course; he patronised them and made them fag for him.  It was certainly
their own fault if they did not like it, for they had taught him.  But
they did like it, he being one of his sort, and not often at home, and
in return he waltzed with them, which was a bore, and gave them easy
service at lawn-tennis, which made him slow, and was generally an
amiable young Turk.

But the Misses Gould did not look like being fagged, rather the reverse.
They were all grown up, at least to look at, though one was not yet
"out."  Clarissa, the next, a girl of eighteen, came and sat down by him
and talked to him, for which he felt very grateful, for he was beginning
to wish the floor to open and let him through.  At first, indeed, she
talked of things he knew nothing about: balls, and levees, and the four-
in-hand club, and the Orleans.  But finding the service was too severe,
and he could not send the ball back, she asked if he was fond of the
theatre, and as he was, very, and had been to one a few nights before,
he became more like himself, and showed some animation in his
description of the piece he had seen, and the performers.

At this juncture a quiet-looking man out of livery came softly into the
room, and asked him deferentially for his keys, as his luggage had
arrived.  Seizing the idea that he proposed to unpack for him, an
operation he disliked, he gladly gave them up, wondering whether these
rich people ever did anything for themselves at all.

"I see that you are great upon acting," said Miss Clarissa when the
valet was gone, "and I am so glad!  For we are getting up some private
theatricals; you will take a part?"

"Why," said Crawley in some dismay, "I never yet tried to act myself; I
am afraid I should spoil everything."

"Oh no! we have heard all about you from my brother, you know; you have
a good memory, have you not?"

"I believe so; I have never found much difficulty in learning by heart."

"That is one good thing to begin with; we will soon see if you can act
at all.  Some of our friends are coming over to-morrow for rehearsal.
We have agreed to try _St. Cupid, or Dorothy's Fortune_, and we want a
`Bellefleur.'  You will take the part, will you not?  I am to be
`Dorothy Budd.'  You will not have so very much to do.  Do you know the

"No, unfortunately, and I--" Crawley began, meaning to back out; but
Miss Clarissa cut him short.

"No matter," she said, "I will fetch you a copy," and she got up and
returned presently with a little book.  "You had better read it all
through, and mark your parts with the tags.  The tags, you know, are the
last sentences of the speaker before you, to which you have to reply.
You can learn some while you are dressing for dinner; that is a capital
time.  And I will give you a hint or two this evening in the billiard-
room.  You don't mind?"

What could Crawley say?  He _did_ mind, not bargaining for learning
lessons in the holidays; but he could not show himself so uncivil a boor
as to refuse.  So he promised to do his best, and when the gong sounded,
took his little book up into the bedroom with him.



"Good gracious!"  A large fire was burning in the grate; an easy-chair
was drawn up on one side of it; over the back of an ordinary one
opposite a clean shirt was warming itself, with the studs inserted in
the front and the wristbands.  On the bed the dress clothes were neatly
laid out; the patent-leather boots stood at attention on the hearth-rug;
hot water steamed from a japanned jug on the wash-hand stand; two wax
candles lit up the dressing-table; two more stood on another near the
fire, which had also writing materials on it.  The room could not have
been prepared for a duchess, because a duchess would not wear a black
coat and trousers; and besides, they were certainly _his_ clothes.

Dressing took Crawley about ten minutes, and he had an hour for the
operation.  So he looked hurriedly through the play, and marked the
parts allotted to Ensign Bellefleur.  It did not seem very much, so he
felt a little encouraged, and taking Miss Clarissa's advice, set the
book open on the table and began learning what he would have to say,
while going on with his toilet.  He had a really surprisingly retentive
memory, and picked up a good bit even in that little time.

He found Mr Gould in the drawing-room when he went down, and the old
gentleman asked him after his progress in study, and what profession he
intended to adopt, in a pompous and condescending way; but it was only a
few sentences, for there were other gentlemen there, who came up and
button-holed him seriously, and with whom he seemed to hold portentous
conversation, politics, perhaps, or shares, or something of that kind.
Then the ladies assembled, and the second gong boomed, and the people
paired off.  Crawley timidly offered his arm to Miss Clarissa, rather
fearing he was doing wrong, and ought to go to someone else.  But she
took it all right; and he quoted from the play he had been studying:

"`Here we escape then.  Come, cousin! nay, your lips were set for pearls
and diamonds, and I'll not lose the promised treasure.'"

"`Well, good counsel is a gem,'" the young lady responded smartly.
"`But, George, I fear me you'll never carry the jewel in your ears.'
The quotation is not apt, though, for you evidently have carried my good
counsel in your ears, and been learning your part already.  How good of

Here was a chance for Crawley to say something pretty; but he could not
think of what it should be till afterwards.

If the ladies' society was a little thrown away upon him he appreciated
the dinner, which was by far the most luxurious meal he had ever seen in
his life.  A _table-d'hote_ at Scarborough had hitherto been his _beau
ideal_ of a feed, but that was not in the race with the Gould banquet.
And the champagne; on the few occasions when he had had a chance of
tasting that wine, he had got all he could and wanted more.  But now his
only care was not to take too much of it, lest it should get into his

"Are you studying your part?" asked his neighbour, for he had been
silent for some time.

"No," he replied; "I was thinking that if your brother lives like this
every day, he must find the fare rather unpalatable when he goes back to

"I believe he does," said Miss Clarissa laughing.  "At least he writes
home grumbling letters enough, and we have to send him hampers of good
things--Perigord pies and that.  Don't stop longer than you like," she
added as the ladies rose.  "Papa will go on talking about stupid things
all night."

And shortly afterwards young Gould, who had taken his sister's place
when she went, proposed that they should go to the billiard-room and
knock the balls about.  So they went and made a four-handed game with
two of the girls.  And then Miss Clarissa read over the scenes in which
Crawley had to take part with her, and made him repeat what he had
learned, with appropriate action.  And he got partially over his
shyness, and spent rather a pleasant evening, thanks, a little bit, I
fancy, to a little vanity.  His friend came to have a chat with him
after they had gone up to their rooms, and when he left Crawley could
not help thinking what a pity it was that his sister Clarissa had not
been the boy and he the girl.  She was such a much better sort of fellow
for a friend; had more go, and was heartier.  Before he finally turned
in he read the part of Ensign Bellefleur over again, for he felt too
much excited by the novelty of everything to sleep, if he went to bed.
At last, however, reading the same words over repeatedly quieted his
nerves, and he slept soundly till morning.

"You are still inclined to have a try for the snipe?" asked Gould at
breakfast.  "It is still thawing, and the ground will be very sloshy; I
hope you have got thick boots."

"Yes, and if I hadn't I do not mind a little wet," replied Crawley.
"But I can't find my gun anywhere."

"Oh, that is all right in the gun-room."

This was another new idea to Crawley, who previously thought that it was
only ships in Her Majesty's navy, and not houses, that had gun-rooms.
They visited it presently, and Crawley found his property taken out of
its case, put together, and standing side by side with others in a glass
cupboard.  He took it down and left the house with his companion.  On
the terrace they found a keeper with the dogs, and started off for the
marshy ground by the river.

"Put a few cartridges loose in your pocket," said Gould.  "William will
carry the rest."

The low-lying lands were intersected by deep trenches, which divided
them into fields just as hedges would.  These were now frozen over, but
the ice was melting fast, and water stood on the top.  Along them walked
the two gunners, William the keeper following with Scamp, the retriever,
in a leash; for Scamp would hunt about and put everything up far out of

"Look out, Crawley!" cried Gould, as a snipe flushed in front of him.

He would not have known it was a snipe unless Gould had told him, as it
was the first he had ever seen alive.  He tried to take aim at it,
shutting the left eye as if he were shooting at a target with a rifle,
which caused him to twiddle his gun about as if he were letting off a
squib, for the bird darted about as though on purpose to dodge him.  So
he pulled one trigger, and then, quite by accident, for he did not know
how to find it in his flurry, the other, and I don't suppose went within
two yards of the snipe with either barrel.  With a steadier flight,
having now got well on the wing, it sailed within reach of Gould, who
knocked it over.

"Wiped your eye, old fellow!" he cried triumphantly as Scamp came back
with the bird in his mouth.

"Yes; I told you I was a duffer," replied Crawley, who took note that
the best way was to wait for the bird to have done his zigzagging.  So
he steadied himself, and the next chance he had he did wait.  But not a
bit could he cover the bird with that little knob of a sight, and when
the smoke cleared away he saw it careering like a kite with too light a
tail in the distance.  Gould also missed twice, and then shot one the
moment it was off the ground, before the erratic course commenced.

"That looks the easiest dodge," thought Crawley, and the next shot he
had he tried it with the first barrel, missed, waited till the snipe was
flying more steadily and gave it the second barrel, missed again.  He
got quite hot, and felt sure the keeper was laughing at him, but that
official only said:

"I'd put in a cartridge with bigger shot now; there's some duck, I
think, in yon bit of rushes by the river."

They did as he advised, and they walked down to the spot.  In went the
spaniels, and out came a fine mallard, ten yards in front of Crawley,
and sailing away from him as steady as a ship.  He could cover this
large evenly-flying mark as easily as if it were on a perch nearly, and
when he pulled trigger the duck stopped in his flight, and fell with a
heavy splash in the river, into which Scamp plunged as if it were
midsummer, and presently brought the duck to land.  Crawley felt the
elation which always accompanies the first successful shot at a bird on
the wing; at any rate he had killed something, and might do well yet
when the strangeness wore off.

He had another chance at a duck a little while afterwards, but this time
the bird flew across and not straight away from him, and as he held his
gun still at the moment he got the sight on the duck and fired, of
course, since the duck had not the politeness to stop too, the charge
went about two yards behind it.

"I beg your pardon, sir," said William, "but if you takes aim like that
you will never hit 'em; 'tain't possible.  You must forget all about
your gun, and only look at the bird, and pull the trigger the moment you
gets a full sight of him.  The gun will follow your eye of itself,

"I know I ought to keep both eyes open," said Crawley, "but I forget."

"Well, that is best, to my thinking, though I have known some good shots
too who always shut the left eye.  But whether or no the chiefest thing
is not to see that sight on your gun when you shoot, but only to look at
the bird."

They went on to another snipe patch, and soon Crawley missed again.

"Never mind, sir," said William, "it's a knack, snipe-shooting is, and
no one can catch it without practice.  I've seen good partridge, aye,
and rabbit shots, miss 'em time after time, and I've knowed good snipe-
shots poor at anything else too."

At last, by trying to follow the keeper's directions, Crawley did hit a
snipe as it was flushed, but it was his only one.  They were much more
plentiful than usual in that part, and lay like stones, so that they had
plenty of shooting, and William groaned in spirit over the opportunity
of sport that had been wasted on two boys.  What a tip Sir Harry would
have given him in his delight if he had come out with him on such a day!

Thirty-five cartridges had Crawley burned when they turned homewards in
the afternoon, and the result was one duck, one snipe; if he had
possessed a tail, how closely it would have been tucked between his
legs!  He hardly dared look the animals who had those appendages in the
face; how they must have despised him!  Gould, who was a bad shot, had
bagged five couple, and patronised him insufferably.  When they got home
he found a warm foot-bath ready in his room, which was a most refreshing
luxury, and having made himself presentable he went down to the drawing-
room, where the neighbours who were going to act in the forthcoming play
were assembled at afternoon tea, preparatory to the rehearsal.  And
presently they adjourned to the library and went through the play, a
certain Mr Foljambe, to whom everybody paid implicit obedience,
directing and instructing them.

Crawley knew his part, and paid attention to what he was told, and the
great man considered that he would do, if he could only get over a
certain shy awkwardness.  And indeed it was a provoking thing to
Clarissa Gould, that when they went through their scenes alone together
he acted in a manner that really showed great promise, but if a third
person were present he was not so good, and with every additional
spectator the merit of his performance diminished.  There was only one
scene in which he managed completely to forget himself and become the
person he represented, and that was where he crosses swords with the
hero, and is disarmed.  He could fence a little, and did not quite like
playing at getting the worst of it when it was not certain that he ought
to have done so; but still, the violent action, and the clash of steel
helped him to get rid of that feeling that he was making a tom-fool of
himself, which confused him when he had to make a lot of spoony speeches
to the girl.

Mr Foljambe encouraged him with the assurance that being dressed for
the part would give him confidence; in a strange dress, a false
moustache, and a painted face, he would not know himself in the glass,
and would feel that the spectators did not entirely recognise him
either.  It was necessary to make the best of him, for there was no
other Ensign Bellefleur available.

The men of the day before had taken their departure, and were succeeded
by a more lively lot, for there was to be a partridge drive and a big
lunch on the morrow, and most of those who were to take part in it slept
at Nugget Towers that night.  So, instead of shares and companies, Mr
Gould the father held forth upon agricultural prospects, the amount of
game, and the immediate renewal of hunting, in consequence of the
complete change in the weather.

"You ought to have had a good many snipe by the way, Gould," said one of
the guests.  "They are always found in those water meadows of yours at
the end of a frost."

"My son and his young friend can tell you best about them," replied Mr
Gould.  "I believe they have been out after them to-day."

"Ah! and what sport had you?" asked the inquirer, turning to young

"Oh, I got five couple."

"And your friend?"

"I only shot one," said Crawley with an uneasy laugh.

"Come, I say, Lionel," said Clarissa Gould to her brother, "I am not
going to have my cousin Bellefleur treated in this manner.  You are a
nice sort of host to leave your guest the worst of the shooting."

"He had as many shots as I had," said young Gould, whose desire of self-
glorification smothered any soupcon of good taste which he might have
acquired, "only he missed them all."

"Indeed, yes," said Crawley, concealing his sense of humiliation in the
very best way; "why I fired two barrels at one snipe before Gould killed
it for me.  I am a perfect novice at all field sports."

"Ah!" observed the first inquirer, "I know I fired away a pound of lead
before I touched a snipe when I first began.  But what a lot of them
there must have been if you killed five couple, Lionel."

"I do not think I should care for shooting if I were a man," said
Clarissa to Crawley.  "But hunting, now, I should be wild about.  I hunt
sometimes, but only with the harriers.  Mama will not let me go out with
the foxhounds, and they meet so far off that I cannot fall in with them
by accident, for there is no cover near here.  But the harriers are to
go out the day after to-morrow, if the frost does not return, and I am
looking forwards to a good gallop.  Are you fond of hunting?"

"I know that I should be," replied Crawley, "but I do not own a horse,
and never have a chance of it."

"Oh, well, we will mount you; I think Daisy will be quite up to your
weight, Sir Robert certainly would, but Daisy is the nicest to ride."

After dinner there was music, and Crawley was asked if he could sing.
There was no backing out, for young Gould had bragged about his friend's
voice, which was indeed a good one though untrained.  But he only sang
_Tubal Cain_, _Simon the Cellarer_, and one or two others of that sort,
of which the music was not forthcoming.  At last, however, Julia Gould,
who was the pianist, found _John Peel_, which he knew, and he found
himself standing by that young lady, confused and shamefaced, trying to
make his voice master a great lump there seemed to be in his throat.  To
make it worse the hubbub of voices ceased at the first notes, though it
had swelled the louder during previous performances.  All the men began
marking the time with heads and hands, and when the chorus came first
one and then another joined in, and it ended in a full burst of sound,
just as when Crawley sung it at school.  This gave him confidence, and
he sang the second and remaining verses with spirit, the choruses
swelling louder and louder, and when he finished there was much hand-
clapping.  So at last he had a gleam of success, and Lionel Gould, who
had been growing a little supercilious, returned partially to his old
conciliatory manner.

Next day a large party sallied forth with their guns, and Crawley was
placed under a high, thick hedge, and told to look out for partridges as
they came over his head.  Young Gould was some little distance on his
left; and at about the same interval on his right Sir Harry Sykes, a
neighbouring squire famous for his skill with the gun, had his station.
Beaters had gone round a long way off to drive the birds towards them,
and soon shots were heard to right and left; and then Crawley saw some
dark specks coming towards his hedge, and prepared to raise his gun.
But it was like a flash of lightning; they were over and away before he
could bring his gun up.  Gould had fired, indeed, though ineffectually,
but Sir Harry had a brace.  Three more appeared; this time Crawley fired
his first barrel at them before they were within shot, and then turning
round, gave them the second after they had got far out of it.  More
came; Gould got one, Sir Harry another; a brace, flying close together
passed not directly over Crawley, but a little to his right; and Sir
Harry having just fired and being unloaded, Crawley let fly at them, and
by a lucky fluke they both came rushing to the ground, stone-dead.

"Good shot, boy!" cried Sir Harry.  He had hardly spoken before more
birds came directly towards him; Crawley watched; he shot one as it came
on, and immediately, without turning round, raised his gun, head, and
arms, till it seemed as if he would go over backwards, and fired again
with equally deadly effect.

This second feat Crawley did not attempt to imitate, but a steady shot
as they came on he did keep trying, and not entirely without success,
for every now and then a partridge came tumbling nearly into his face.
But Gould shot two to his one, and he did second worst of the party.
However, it was such quick and wholesale work that individual prowess
was taken little notice of.  And then there was a long, hot luncheon,
which some of the ladies came out to, and another drive a few miles off
in the afternoon.

It was all very exciting, and Crawley found the day a great deal too
short; but still he would have preferred the snipe-shooting, if he could
only be alone with no one to see his misses.  There seemed more sport in
finding your game than in having it driven up to you.

When he went up to dress for dinner he found a hamper of game there,
with a blank label attached, for him to put any address he liked.  So he
wrote his mother's; and when it arrived she gave him most unmerited
credit for skill, forethought, and trouble-taking.  The Goulds certainly
did things in a princely way.

It rained softly all that night, clearing up about nine in the morning,
when those who were going out with the harriers had been half-an-hour at
breakfast--Miss Clarissa, who was one of them, taking that meal in her
habit.  Crawley could hardly eat for excitement.  The moment the water
for his tub had been brought he had jumped up, and, directly he was
dressed, hurried to the stables to see the horse he was to ride.

"And which is it to be?" asked Miss Clarissa.

"Well, I meant to take your advice and Daisy; but the groom said she had
a delicate mouth and required a light hand, which I cannot have, you
know, for want of practice.  And he said Sir Robert was the stronger
animal and would stay better, though not so fast.  So I fixed on Sir

"And he will carry you very well if you can hold him; Lionel can't."

"What can't I do?" asked young Gould across the table, with his mouth
full of game-pie.

"Hold Sir Robert."

"Why, his mouth is a bit hard, but I can sit him anyhow."

"Oh, yes, he goes easy enough."

The horses were soon brought round, and they all--a party of five--went
out.  Miss Clarissa, the only lady, put her foot into Mr Foljambe's
proffered hand and vaulted lightly into the saddle.  Crawley could mount
without awkwardness; he had learned enough for that, and he knew what
length of stirrup suited him, and could trot along the road or canter
over the grass without attracting attention; so all went well till they
reached Marley Farm, where the meet was.  But directly Sir Robert saw
the hounds he got excited and wanted a gallop--a thing the frost had
debarred him of for weeks.  So he kicked up his heels and shook his
head, and capered about in a manner very grateful to his own feelings,
but most discomposing to his rider, who was first on the pommel, then on
the crupper, then heeling over on the near side, then on the off--though
both sides threatened to be off sides if these vagaries took a more
violent form.

When the hounds were turned into a field and working, Sir Robert
evidently thought: "Come!  I can't be standing still all day while those
dawdling dogs are bothering about after a hare; a gallop I must have!"
And he began to fight for his head; and it took all Crawley's strength--
and he was a very muscular youngster--to hold him.  Sir Robert did get
away half across the field once and nearly demolished a hound, with
twenty voices halloing to Crawley to come back, and the master using
language which his godfathers and godmother never taught him, I am
certain.  I can only quote the mildest of his reproofs which was: "Go
home to your nursery and finish your pap, you young idiot, and don't
come endangering the lives of animals a thousand times more valuable
than yourself!"

Poor Crawley, wild with shame and rage, managed to haul his horse round
and get back to the others, when it did not improve his temper to see
the broad grin on young Gould's face.

"Don't fight with your horse, youngster," said an old gentleman kindly.
"The more you pull, the more he will pull too."

And Crawley loved that old gentleman, and would have adopted him for a
father, or at least an uncle, on the spot, especially when he found his
advice serviceable; for, loosing his reins when Sir Robert did stand
still, and only checking him lightly when he tried to dart forward, kept
him much quieter.

But would they never find that hare?  Yes, at last there was a whimper,
and another, and then a full burst, and away went the hounds, and the
field after them, and, with one final kick up of his heels, Sir Robert
got into his stride.  Crawley forgot anger, vexation--everything but the
rapture of the moment.  The life of the scene, the contagious excitement
of dogs, horses, and men, the rapid motion, it was even beyond what he
had imagined.

So across a field to a little broken hedge, which Sir Robert took in his
stride without his rider feeling it.  Then sharp to the right towards a
bigger fence, with a ditch beyond; nothing for a girl to crane at, but
having to be jumped.  Crawley, straining his eyes after the hounds, and
not sitting very tight, was thrown forward when the horse rose, and,
when he alighted, lost his stirrup, reeled, and came over on to mother
earth; and when he rose to his feet he had the mortification to see Sir
Robert careering away in great delight, and he proceeded to plod through
the heavy ground after him.

"Whatever made you tumble off?  Sir Robert never swerved or stumbled!"
cried Miss Clarissa as she swept by him.  But his wounded vanity was
hardly felt in the greater annoyance of being out of the hunt.

But the best of harriers is that you hardly ever _are_ out of the hunt.
The hare came round again; some good-natured man caught the horse and
brought him back to the grateful Crawley, who remounted and soon fell in
with the hounds at a check.

"I say, you know," said Mr Foljambe, "if you get another fall I shall
exert my authority as theatrical manager and send you home.  I cannot
have my Ensign Bellefleur break his neck when the part is not doubled."

"No!" said Miss Clarissa, "not before Wednesday."

Whimper, whimper; they hit it off and away again.  Another fence with
hurdles in it, and a knot of rustics looking on in delight.  More
cautious now, Crawley stuck his knees in and leaned back, and, when Sir
Robert alighted, was still on, with both feet in the stirrups, but very
much on the pommel, and not in an elegant attitude at all.

"Oh, look at he!" cried a boy with a turnip-chopper in one hand and a
fork for dragging that root out in the other.  "He be tailor."

"It's agwyne to rai-ain, Mister Lunnoner!" added another smockfrock;
"won't yer get inside and pull the winders up?"

Even the clodhoppers jeered him; and that confounded friend of his,
Gould, was close beside and laughed, and would be sure to repeat what he
heard.  Never mind, it was glorious fun.  He came off again later in the
afternoon, but that was at a good big obstacle, which most of the field
avoided, going round by a gate, and Sir Robert stumbled a bit on
landing, which made an excuse.  But this time the horse, who was not so
fresh now, waited for him to get up again.  He felt very stiff and sore
when it was all over and they were riding home again; especially it
seemed as if his lower garments were stuffed with nettles.  As for his
tumbles, the ground was very soft, and he had not been kicked or trodden
on, so that when he had had a warm bath he was as right as ninepence,
only a little stiff.

Gould came to see after his welfare while he was dressing, and hoped he
was not hurt, and expressed an opinion that he would learn to ride in
time, and was glad they had only gone out with the jelly dogs instead of
the foxhounds, or his friend and guest would not have seen anything of
the run.  All which was trying, coming from a fellow who had looked upon
him as an oracle, and to whom he had condescended.  At dinner, too, he
was chaffed a little; but the hardest rider in the county, who had
condescended to go out with the harriers to try a new horse, the
foxhounds not meeting that day, and who was dining with Mr Gould
afterwards, came to his rescue.  "Never mind them, lad," he said; "you
went as straight as a die.  I saw you taking everything as it came,
never looking for a gap or a gate, and it is not many of them can say
the same."

This was Saturday, and Crawley was glad of a day of rest when he got up
next morning, he was so stiff.  On Monday preparations for the private
theatricals began in earnest.  Dresses came down from London, and were
tried on and altered; the large drawing-room was given up to the hands
of workmen, who fitted up a small stage at one end of it, with sloping
seats in front, that all the guests might see.  Those who were to act
were always going into corners and getting some one to hear them their
parts, and there were rehearsals.  It was all a great bore to Crawley,
who would fain have spent the time in shooting or riding, of which he
got but little, so exacting was Miss Clarissa; and he was to go home on
the Thursday, the day after the entertainment.

As the time approached, too, he felt more and more uncomfortable; he had
found out from young Gould that the whole thing had been got up by his
sister Clarissa, who thought herself a very good actress, and wished to
show off; and he could easily see that he would not have been asked to
the house at all, if it had not been for his school-fellow's talk, about
what a clever individual he was--able to do everything.  Now, next to
Sir Valentine May, no character in the comedy is so important for the
display of Dorothy Budd's (Clarissa's) performance as Ensign Bellefleur;
and the more clearly Crawley saw this, the more fervently did he wish
that he was out of it.  It was too late now, however, and as he got on
very fairly in the rehearsals, he began to hope he should pull through

On Tuesday the house was filled with company, and he was asked to give
up his room and go to the top of the house, which, however, was no
trouble to him.  His clothes of seventeen hundred and fifteen were
though, when the eventful evening came, and his wig, and the man who
fitted it and daubed his face.  And yet, when all the fidgeting was
over, he wished that it had to begin again, that he might have a further

The play began, and during the first scene he stood at the side envying
the cool self-possession of Captain Wingfield, who had the part of
"Valentine," and every one of whose speeches was followed by laughter
from the unseen audience.  When the second scene opened Miss Clarissa
joined him, looking charming in her old-world dress; they were to go on
in company, and he made a strenuous effort to pull himself together.
But when he found himself in the full glare of the foot-lights, and
looking before him saw the mass of expectant faces which rose, rank
behind rank, half-way to the ceiling, his head went round, his brain
became confused, and his first sentence was inaudible.  "Speak up!" said
Miss Clarissa in a loud whisper, and he uttered, "And have you no
ambition?" in a louder key indeed, but in trembling accents, and
standing more like a boy saying a lesson.

The audience cannot hiss in private theatricals, but they could not help
a suppressed titter, which confused Crawley still more.  He forgot what
he had to say, and looked appealingly to the prompter, who prompted
rather too loudly.  Altogether the scene was spoilt, and Clarissa

He did a little better in the second act, but not one quarter so well as
he had in rehearsals, and was ready to punch his own head with vexation
when the whole thing was over, and he had got rid of his costume and the
messes on his face.

He went to bed instead of to supper, and next morning at breakfast no
one alluded to the performance before him.  Soon afterwards he took his
leave of all but Miss Clarissa, who kept out of his way, and Lionel
Gould drove him to the station very sulkily, for his sister had vented
her displeasure upon him.  And so they said an uncomfortable good-bye,
and Crawley felt much relieved when he found himself alone in the train,
with the humiliations of his visit behind him.  They did not do him any
harm, quite the contrary; he was made of better stuff than that.  Of
course he felt sore at his failures, when he was used to play first
fiddle.  When the devil of conceit is cast out of us the throes are
severe.  But by the time he got home Crawley was able to laugh at his
own mishaps.  Perhaps Gould got the worst of it after all.  "_That_
friend of yours an Admirable Crichton!" said his sister.  "A fine set
you must be!"



A worse resident than Mr Wobbler the pedestrian took up his abode at
Slam's, and this was no other than his son, Josiah Slam, who had gone to
London as the only field wide enough for his talents ten years before,
and had only been occasionally heard of since.  Now, however, he thought
fit to pay his parents a visit, and did not appear to be in prosperous
circumstances, though it is probable that he had money, or money's
worth, or the prospect of it, for Slam was not the man to kill the
fatted calf for a prodigal son, unless he saw the way to making a good
profit out of the veal, the hoofs, and the skin.

Josiah was a young man of varied accomplishments, all of which were
practised for the purpose of transferring other people's cash from their
pockets to his own.  He called himself a sportsman, and no doubt the
operation alluded to was sport, to him.  Arriving about Christmas time,
when holiday making was general, he gleaned a little at the game of
skittles, at which many of the agriculturists round about thought they
were somewhat proficient; but cunning as he was he could not go on
disguising his game for ever, and so directly he saw that the yokels
were growing shy of playing with him, he gave it up.  The Sunday pitch-
and-toss and card assemblages were also a source of profit to him.
Marriner thought he could cheat, and had indeed stolen money in that way
from his companions, and there was nothing Josiah Slam liked better than
dealing with a weaker member of his own fraternity.  He allowed Marriner
to cheat him a little, and pretended not to discover it; played at being
vexed; drew him on, and fleeced him of his ill-gotten gains.

But it was apparent that he played too well at these amusements also, so
then he showed them a game at which everybody might win, except himself.
Where it was all chance, and skill could not interfere.  Roulette, in
short.  The room in which Professor Wobbler had given his boxing lessons
had a table fitted up in it, and on this table the wheel-of-fortune,
with its black and red compartments, and its little ivory ball to rattle
round and finally fall into one of them, was placed, with a cloth marked
in compartments answering to those in the wheel for the gamblers to
stake their money upon.  This game proved very fascinating to the
dissipated amongst the farmers' sons round about, and to some of the
farmers too, and money which ought to have gone to buy stock, or for the
rent, was lost at that table.  Of course some of them won occasionally,
and considerable sums, for them, too; that formed the fascination of it.

But the agricultural interest was depressed, and ready money not
forthcoming to the extent Josiah Slam desired; so upper servants of the
neighbouring gentry were admitted, under strong vows of secrecy, and
more than one gamekeeper's and huntsman's family was short of coals and
meat that winter, because the money to provide such necessaries was left
on that satanic, innocent-looking table.  Every night this gambling went
on, and Josiah made a good deal of money by it, being prepared, however,
to clear out of the neighbourhood at the first symptom of the police
having caught scent of the affair.

Ready money was waning and business growing slack when the Weston boys
came back from the Christmas holidays, and Josiah, who knew that some of
them frequented his father's yard, saw a fine opportunity of augmenting
his gains by setting his little ball rolling in the daytime for their
especial benefit.  The scheme was nearly stifled by its own success; on
the very first occasion a boy won four pounds, and could not conceal the
triumphant fact from two or three intimate friends, who each whispered
it to two or three others, and the consequence was that on the next
Saturday afternoon no fewer than thirty Westonians came to Slam's yard
seeking admittance.  This alarmed old Slam, who saw a speedy prospect of
discovery, and of that hold upon him which the authorities had long been
seeking, being afforded them, to the consequent break up of his
establishment.  Better small safe profits which should last, he thought,
than a haul, which after all must be limited to the amount of the
school-boys' pocket-money, and be shared with his son, and the stoppage
of all his little sources of profit.  Not to mention the prospect of
legal punishment.  So the thirty had to go away again grumbling, with
their money in their pockets.  _O fortunati, si sua bona norint_.

But small parties of the initiated were still admitted, amongst them, of
course, Saurin and his shadow, Edwards.  The latter, who, as was said in
a former chapter, had a peculiar fondness for games of chance, was
positively infatuated with this device of young Slam's.  It interfered
with his studies by day, and he dreamed of it by night, so much did it
engross his thoughts.  He was never easy unless staking his shillings on
that table, and watching eagerly whether the little ball would drop into
a red hole or a black one.  Saurin did not take half the interest in it
at first, the principal attraction for him lying in the illegality, and
the tampering with what he had heard and read of as having been the ruin
of so many thousands.  And he thought what fools they must be.  There
were many ways in which he could well imagine anyone spending his last
penny, but not over a toy like this.  But one day he came away a winner
of a couple of sovereigns, and there was something in seeing the
shillings and half-crowns gathering into a pile before him which caused
him to catch the sordid fever with which his friend was infected.
Hitherto he had made his stakes carelessly, but now he took a deeper
interest in the thing.  Sometimes he had won a few shillings and Edwards
had lost, and at other times it went the other way, but the winner's
gains were never so great as the loser's losses, and it was evident that
the difference must remain with the conductor of the game, Josiah Slam.

"Why, we have been practically playing against each other for that
rogue's benefit!" exclaimed Saurin, when he made this discovery.  "In
future we must always stake our money the same way."  And this they did.

Then Saurin had another bright idea.  It was an even chance each time
whether red or black won, just the same as heads or tails in tossing, so
it could not go on very long being one or the other in succession.
Then, supposing they staked on red, and it turned up black several
times, they had only to persevere with red and increase the stake and
they must win their losses back, while if it was red several times they
would have a clear gain.

This appeared to Edwards as a stroke of genius, and he was in a state of
fever till they had an opportunity of putting it in practice.  And it
answered at first; but presently one colour, the wrong one, won so many
times running that all their united capital went into Josiah's bank.

They looked at one another in blank dismay; there was an end to their
speculations for the rest of that term, and by the next Mr Slam junior
would have decamped from the paternal abode, for when the racing season
commenced he flew at far higher game than the purses of rustics and

"Can't come no more, can't yer?" said Josiah.  "I'm sorry for that,
though I expect I should be a loser, for you play well and knows a thing
or two, you do.  But it's the sport I care for more than the money, and
I should have liked yer to have another chance.  I know what I did once
when I were in that fix; I just took and pawned my watch, and with the
money I got on it I won back all I'd lost and more on the back of it, in
a brace of shakes, and then took the ticker out again all comfortable."

"But there is no pawnbroker near here."

"No, in course not, and such a thing might not suit gents like you
neither.  Not but lords and markisses does it often; and if ever you
really did want a pound or two very bad, for a short time, there's my
father, as goes over to Cornchester perpetually, would pop anything
light and small for yer, and bring yer back the money and ticket safe

The hint took; old Slam was intrusted with Edwards' watch that evening,
and shortly afterwards with Saurin's; and later on with all the pins and
rings they possessed, though these were not worth much.

This may all sound accountable in Edwards, who was so weak and soft; but
Saurin, though vicious, was no fool, and such excessively absurd conduct
may appear to you inconsistent with his character.  But that is because
you do not know the rapidly enervating and at the same time fascinating
mastery which gambling has on the mind of one who gives way to it.  It
is a sort of demoniacal possession; the kind-hearted, amiable man
becomes hard and selfish, the generous man mean and grasping, the
strong-minded superstitious under its influence.  It may seem strange to
enact laws to prevent people from risking their own money if they
choose, but every civilised government has found it absolutely necessary
to do so.  For the losing gamester always thinks that with a little more
money to risk he would certainly win all back again, and the thought
maddens him so that he will not even shrink from crime to obtain it.

One day when the pair were penniless, and had no more means of raising
money, young Slam generously offered them a loan, only requiring them to
sign a paper acknowledging the transaction.  To prevent their feeling
themselves placed under an obligation he delicately allowed them to sign
for more than they had received a proposition which Saurin acceded to
with alacrity.  Edwards, though he also signed, did so with hesitation,
and expressed fears about the safety of the transaction afterwards.

"Pooh!" said Saurin, "the I O U is mere waste paper; we are both under
age, and can snap our fingers at him if he demands payment.  Besides, we
will pay him back the first time we win enough."

"But supposing we don't win enough? we have been very unlucky lately,"
objected Edwards.

"All the more reason why luck should change," replied Saurin.  "But
suppose it does not, all the money will have gone into the fellow's
pocket, so we shall have repaid him in reality, don't you see?"

Edwards didn't quite.  If you borrow a shilling of any one to gamble
with, and lose the stake and pay him with the shilling you have borrowed
from him, he does not exactly get what is due to him.  However, Edwards
made no reply; no doubt Saurin knew best.

Crawley lost a little of the estimation in which he had been held that
term.  It was extremely mean of Gould to gossip about his guest's
discomfitures at Nugget Towers, but the temptation to glorify himself at
the other's expense was too strong.  He had plenty of pocket-money
always, and rich men or rich boys are sure to have some one to listen to
them with a certain amount of deference, and if Gould was not popular
exactly, his hampers were.

"I had Crawley to stay with me at Christmas, you know," he said.  "He's
a good fellow; pity he's so awfully poor.  He had never been in a decent
house before, and was awfully astonished.  He had what they call `the
keeper's gun,' a ten-pound thing; our head-keeper twigged it.  Good gun
enough, I daresay, but not what a gentleman has for himself.  But he
could not use it; worst shot I ever met, by Jove!  I showed him a thing
or two, and he began to improve by my hints.  He is not above taking
hints, I will say that for him; and his riding!  Why, I thought from
those prints in his room that he was ever such a swell; but I don't
believe he was ever outside a horse before.  Even the ploughmen laughed
at him.  `Get inside and pull up the windows!' they called out."

And so he went on, somewhat exaggerating all Crawley's failures, not so
much out of any ill-will as for self-glorification.  You may know the
pastime of boring a hole through a chestnut, threading it on a string,
and fighting it against other chestnuts: if you hit on a very tough
chestnut, and with it broke another one, it is, or used to be the rule
that your chestnut counted all the victories of the one it split in
addition to its own, of which a careful account was kept.  So that if a
chestnut was a fiver, and it beat a tenner, it became at one leap a
fifteener.  In something the same way Gould had an idea he might score
by Crawley, who was thought so much of for his proficiency in many
things.  If he himself was so much richer, such a better rider and shot,
it ought to be assumed that if he took the trouble he could also beat
him at cricket, football, mathematics, German, and freehand drawing.  It
was not very logical, and indeed he did not put the matter to himself so
nakedly as that, but that was the sort of idea which influenced him

At the same time I fear that there may have been a little spite in his
feelings too; he had been a good deal snubbed by his sister Clarissa for
introducing a friend who had gone far to spoil her triumph in the play
she had got up with such pains and forethought, and he much regretted
having ever asked him.  Gould's bragging would not have been much
believed, only Crawley confirmed it.  "Yes," he said, "I went to stay
with Gould's people; very kind of them to ask me.  They live in grand
style; I thought I had got to Windsor Castle by mistake at first.  I
should have enjoyed it immensely if they had not made me act in private
theatricals, which I hate, and I am afraid I came to utter grief over
it.  Took me out snipe-shooting; did you ever shoot at a snipe? bad bird
to hit; Gould got some.  I suppose one would pick up the knack of it in
time.  And, yes, we went out with the harriers; I had never sat a horse
when he jumped anything before, and I came a couple of croppers.  But it
was great fun, and I did not hurt myself.  Gould did not get a fall, oh
no; he is used to it."

A good many were rather disgusted with Gould when he talked in the way
he did, and Buller let him see it.  "It's awfully bad form to ask a
fellow to your house, and then boast that he can't do things that he
never tried before, so well as you can," he blurted out.

"Oh, of course, we and know that Crawley is perfect in _your_ eyes,"
sneered Gould.

"That's rot," said Buller elegantly; "but I do know this, that you might
have practised anything you know, shooting, riding, anything, all your
life, and if Crawley had a week's practice he would beat your head off
at it; come, then, I'll bet you what you like."

"That is impossible to prove."

"No matter, it does not need proof; every fellow with eyes in his head
must see it.  But that's nothing.  If you were ever so much better it
would be just as mean to brag about it."

Crawley had no idea that Gould bore him any grudge, and being grateful
to him for his invitation, sought to give him those opportunities of
intimacy which he had evidently coveted before.  But it was Gould now
who drew back, somewhat to the other's relief, for he could not bring
himself to care much about him.

Well, all this foolish talk of Gould's did have a certain effect: a good
many boys lost some faith in their idol, and began to suspect that its
feet might be of clay.  And then Crawley took to reading very hard that
term, for his time for trying to get into Woolwich was approaching, and
he was very anxious not to fail; and this made him less sociable, which
affected his popularity.  It did not interfere with his sports; he was
as energetic at football as ever, and took his usual pains to make the
boys pay up their subscriptions, for he was secretary and treasurer.
But that was not exactly a genial duty, though everybody was glad that
somebody else would take the trouble.  And for the rest, he was now
always working hard or playing hard.

"Hulloa, Edwards!" he said one day about the middle of term, "you have
been very lazy about your football lately; you promised to be good at
it, you know.  It's a pity to give it up."

"But I have not," said Edwards.  "I am going in for it again now."  And
he meant it; for the last penny of the loan had vanished, and he felt
the need of excitement and action of some kind.

"That's right, old fellow," said Crawley.  "Of course you play for your
house against ours in the match."

"I believe so."

"Come and have a game this afternoon," said Crawley, turning back after
they had parted; for the pallid and careworn face of the other struck
him, and he thought very likely a little exercise and bustle was just
what he wanted, but that he felt listless, as one does sometimes, when
one is glad afterwards if some one else will save us the trouble of
making up our minds, and start us.

"No, thanks," replied Edwards, "I can't come to-day, I have something
else I must do.  But I shall practise regularly after to-day."  And he
went on his way to meet Saurin, and go with him to Slam's yard.

For a crisis had arrived in their affairs which assumed a most serious
aspect.  It was no longer a question of obtaining the means of
continuing their gambling; they had awakened from that dream, and saw
what dupes they had been.  And indeed the Slams, father and son, found
that their little game was being talked about in the neighbourhood too
freely for safety, and had abruptly discontinued it.  Josiah, indeed,
was about to take his departure altogether, and in announcing that
intention to Saurin and Edwards, demanded immediate payment of the money
he had advanced them, in consideration of which they had jointly signed
an acknowledgment for five pounds.  They had, indeed, kept away from the
yard when their money was all gone, but Josiah Slam was not to be balked
in that manner.  He went over to Weston, and accosted Saurin in the

"I cannot pay you just now; don't speak to me here, we shall be seen,"
said Saurin.

"What do I care for that?" replied Josiah.  "If you don't come to me
I'll come to you."

"I will come to the yard to-morrow afternoon, only do go away now,"
urged Saurin.

"You had better," said the man significantly.  And so Saurin and Edwards
were now on their way to the yard.

"Well, gents, have you got the money?" asked Josiah Slam, who admitted
them.  "I hope so, for I wants to be off, and I'm only a-waiting for

"No," replied Saurin, "we have not got it; it is not likely.  We did not
sign that paper until we had lost everything to you, and we shall not
have any more till after Easter.  Perhaps we may pay you then, though I
don't consider we owe you anything really.  You have won it all back,
and a lot more besides."

"What's that to do with it?" cried young Slam.  "You had as good a
chance of winning of me, hadn't yer?"

"No, of course not," replied Saurin.  "I am not certain that we had any
chance at all."

"What d'yer mean? yer--"

"Oh, don't bluster and try to bully," said Saurin.  "I'm not afraid of

"Oh, you're not, ain't yer, my game chicken? but I have got your I O U."

"Much good may it do you!  Why, we are under age, and it's of no value
at all."

"And you call yerself a gentleman!  Yah!  But I'm not so green as yer
think, my boy.  Of course I knowed it warn't a legal dokiment.  But it's
proof enough for me.  If you don't pay I shall take it to yer master,
and see if he won't pay it for yer."

"Don't be a fool; you know very well he would not."

"No, I don't; at any rate I shall try it on."

"It would do you no good, I tell you."

"If not, it would do you two chaps harm, I know; why, you would get it
pretty hot if yer master knowed yer had come here at all; and if he
found you'd been playing cards on a Sunday, and roulette, and pawning
yer watches and things, I'll bet a hundred it wouldn't make it better.
Gents like you can allus get money somehow; write to yer friends; it's
only two pun ten apiece, and they won't stick at that to get you out of
such a shindy as this will be.  This here's Thursday and I'm bound to go
on Monday.  If you don't bring them five pounds by then, I'll go to your
master with that 'ere I O U in my hand on Monday morning as sure as I
stand here.  So now you know."

And with this ultimatum the rascal dismissed them.  They walked slowly
along the lane leading to Weston with hearts as heavy as could be, for
indeed they were at their wits' end.  If this fellow fulfilled his
threat, and they had no doubt he would, it most certainly would result
in expulsion for them both.  To write home for more money was out of the
question, for each had exhausted every conceivable excuse for doing so
already, and any further application would only bring a letter to Dr
Jolliffe asking the reason for all this extravagance, instead of cash,
and so precipitate the calamity rather than ward it off.  A less
shameful peccadillo might have been confessed, but this low-lived
gambling, this association with a fellow like Josiah Slam, how could it
be spoken of?  Impossible!  Well, but what was to be done?  Anything,
anything to stave off the immediate peril; but what?  That thought
haunted each of them all day and during a sleepless night, and when they
met on the following morning each looked at the other to see if he could
detect any gleam of hope in his face.

"Look here," said Saurin, "there is just a chance, not a good one, but
still a chance.  That fellow Gould always has heaps of money, and from
all these stories of Crawley's visit to him at Christmas his people must
be very rich.  Now he is not a generous fellow, but he likes to show
off.  And if we went to him and told him all about it, and that we were
dead certain to be expelled if we could not raise five pounds, do you
not think he might lend it us till after Easter?"

"I am afraid he won't," replied Edwards, "but it is worth trying."

"You see, it would be something for him to brag about afterwards,"
continued Saurin.  "It would make him look important and influential
that he had got two fellows out of such a row, and was the only one in
the school who could do it."

"It is worth trying at any rate," said Edwards.  "Ask him this



Once every term the cricket and football committees assembled to
transact business.  They learned what funds were in hand, what
subscriptions had been paid and what were in arrear, also the
expenditure for balls, nets, goals, stumps, rolling the ground, and all
other items.  After which, rules were discussed, and arrangements for
future matches made.  It was part of the principle of the school that
the boys should manage all these things for themselves, as it was
considered that to learn practically how to set such matters going and
keep them in order was quite as educational as to acquire the right use
of the subjunctive.  All that the authorities had to do with the
arrangement was that when the day and hour for a committee meeting was
fixed, the master in whose house the secretary was, gave leave for his
pupil-room to be used for the occasion; and it was also customary to ask
one of them to audit the accounts.  These assemblages were of a twofold
character: during the first part, when the accounts were read out, and
what had been done gone over, any boy who liked might attend and ask
questions.  But when arrangements for the future were discussed, the
room was cleared of all but the committee.  Experience had brought that
about; for when outsiders had been allowed to remain, the number and
variety of absurd and futile suggestions which were made, prevented any
conclusion being come to at all.

Since Crawley was the secretary and treasurer of both the cricket and
football clubs there was only one general meeting, at which the accounts
of both were taken together, instead of two in the term, as when those
offices were vested in different individuals.  Crawley had found these
burdens rather onerous this term; with that stiff examination looming
nearer and nearer every month he began to feel serious, for he had set
his heart upon getting into the artillery if he could, and he was going
at his subjects in downright earnest, with no shirking or trifling when
the humour was not on him.  So that the time it took him to prepare
these accounts, and still worse, to collect the subscriptions, he did
rather grudge.  But he never dreamed of resigning on that account; he
had undertaken these duties, and would go on with them without
grumbling.  Perhaps he had the feeling which energetic folk who are
accustomed to other people leaning on them are naturally apt to acquire,
that things would get into a muddle without him.  However he had got in
the subscriptions, docketed his papers, and prepared everything for the
meeting that evening, and the last finishing stroke being put, he locked
all up in the japanned box which he kept in his room, with "Weston
Cricket Club" neatly painted on it in white letters, changed his clothes
for flannels, and ran out to the football field.

He had not been gone a quarter of an hour before Saurin and Edwards
approached the house on their visit to Gould, who was also an inmate of
Dr Jolliffe's.  They had chosen that time in order to find him alone,
for he had had a slight sprain of the ankle--not enough to lay him up
altogether, but sufficient to prevent his playing at football; and as he
was rather glad than otherwise of an excuse to sit in with a novel, the
chances were that he was now so occupied.  It was a fine March day, with
a bright sun and a cold east wind--not high enough to be unpleasant
though, unless you dawdled about.  When they came to the side-door which
led to the boys' part of the house, which was a separate block of
buildings from the doctor's residence, though joined to and
communicating with it, Saurin stopped and said: "I think perhaps you had
better wait here for me; I shall get on better with him alone."

"All right!" replied Edwards with a feeling of relief, for he dreaded
the interview with Gould beyond measure.  It is nervous work to ask
anyone to lend you money, unless you are quite hardened.  Saurin felt
that too; it was a bitter pill for his pride to swallow, with the
prospect on one side of a refusal and on the other of being subjected to
insolent airs of superiority, for Gould was not the fellow to grant a
favour graciously.  But he had a stronger will than Edwards, and the
situation made extreme measures necessary.

He entered the passage alone, then, and mounted the staircase, not
meeting anyone.  Dead stillness pervaded the house except for the trills
of a canary at the far end of the second landing.  Crawley's door was
open as he passed, and he saw his clothes strewn about over a couple of
chairs and the japanned box standing in a corner by his bureau.  Saurin
passed on, the song of the canary growing louder as he advanced, and
knocked at Gould's door; there was no response.  "Gould!" he cried,
"Gould! are you in?"  As there was still no answer he turned the handle
and looked in; there was the canary hanging in the window, through which
the sun poured, and his shrill notes went through his head; but no
Gould.  "Plague take it!" muttered Saurin; "it is all to do now another
time, and I cannot get this suspense over.  I wonder where the fellow
has gone to!"

He closed the door again and retraced his steps slowly.  When he
repassed Crawley's room he stopped and listened.  Not a sound except the
bird's song.  His heart beat so quickly that it was like to choke him,
and he grew quite giddy.  "Crawley!" he said in an unsteady voice, for
though he saw the room was empty he had an insane fancy that he might be
there, invisible, or that this mist before his eyes might prevent his
seeing him.  Then he mastered his apprehensions with an effort, and
stepped into the room.  Going to a chair, he felt the coat which hung
over the back; there were keys in the pocket.  Then he listened again;
not a sound, for the singing of the canary had stopped.  Ten minutes
later Saurin went down-stairs quietly, stealthily.  He found Edwards
waiting for him outside, took him by the arm, and led him away.

"Have you seen anyone?" he asked eagerly, but in a voice which he could
not keep from trembling.

"Not a soul," replied Edwards.

"Then, come a long to my tutor's--quick! get your flannels on; and we
will go into the football field.  We are late, but can get in on one
side or another."

"But, have you succeeded?  Will Gould lend the money?"

"No, he won't; and I would not have fellows know I asked him for worlds;
so I am glad no one saw us."

Saurin was as white as a sheet, he trembled all over, and there was a
look in his eyes as of a hunted animal.  That one in whose courage,
presence of mind, and resources he trusted so entirely should be
affected to such a degree as this, appalled poor Edwards; what a black
gulf, indeed, must yawn before them!

"Is there no chance at all, then?" he asked in piteous accents.

"Yes, it will be all right; I--I have thought of something else,"
stammered Saurin.  "Don't mind me--I'm knocked over by asking a favour
and being refused; that's all.  I shall be all right directly.  Only
swear you will never say a word to anyone about it.  I tell you I have
thought of a way to silence that villain Slam, and I will go and see him
the first chance.  It will be all right if you only hold your tongue.
And now look sharp and let us change and go and play football; there's
lots of time."

They had reached their own rooms by this, and Edwards did what Saurin
told him, wondering, but partly reassured; and in a few minutes they
were on their way to the football field, where they were hailed by their
own house and paired off on different sides.

Saurin had sulkily retired from all the school sports for some time, and
the boys wondered at the energy with which he now rushed into the game.
The fact was he felt the necessity for violent exertion to escape
reflection and drown thought in fatigue.  He could not do it, but he
succeeded in regaining the mastery over his nerves, his looks, his
speech.  As for Edwards, he played more listlessly than usual; and the
thought occurred to several that afternoon that if Saurin would only
take up regular practice again he would be a greater source of strength
to the house team than Edwards.  And they wanted to be as strong as
possible, for the match with the doctor's house was approaching, and
they feared that they were a little overmatched.

That evening a good many boys were assembled in Dr Jolliffe's pupil-
room to hear the reports concerning the cricket and football clubs,
which were really one, as the same subscribers belonged to both, and it
was only for clearness and to avoid confusion of accounts that they were
treated separately; besides that, one boy could not always be found to
undertake, like Crawley, the management of both.  There were the
committees, and besides them a sprinkling of the curious, who did not
care to listen to the debit and credit accounts, but had the Anglo-Saxon
instinct for attending public meetings of any kind, so that the room,
though not half full, contained a respectable audience, when Crawley
with his japanned box in his hand entered, and went to the place
reserved for him at the head of the table.

"I have not a long story to tell you," he said, producing his keys and
inserting one in the lock of the box.  "Fellows have paid up pretty
well, and we are rather in funds.  The principal expense has been a new
roller which we were obliged to have, the old one being quite worn out,
and besides, as many of you have often observed, not heavy enough.
Indeed the committee have been blamed rather severely by enthusiastic
cricketers on this score, as if they had taken weight out of the roller,
or could put extra weight into it; and I have sometimes thought that if
the critics would have sat on the roller instead of on us, it would have
been more effective."  Laughter; for a little joke goes a long way on
these solemn occasions.  "Mr Rabbits has kindly audited our accounts,
which are satisfactory, I believe; here they are, if any one likes to
look at them.  We do not owe anything, and there are two pounds in hand
for the football, and seven pounds twelve shillings for the cricket
accounts, which I have here.  Hulloa! what is this?" and Crawley changed
countenance as he opened a _portmonnaie_ which he took out of the box,
and drew from it a five-pound note.  "I have been robbed!" he cried.
"There were four half-sovereigns, two sovereigns, and twelve shillings
in silver, besides this bank-note in the purse this morning, and now
there is only the five-pound note here!"

The consternation caused by this announcement was so great that for
quite a quarter of a minute there was a dead silence, and then
ejaculations, suggestions, questions, began to pour.

"Perhaps it is loose in the box," said some one, and the papers were
immediately all taken out, and the box turned upside down to prove the
futility of that perhaps.

"Well, never mind; of course I am responsible," said Crawley presently,
recovering himself.  "I was taken by surprise, or I should not have made
all this fuss.  The money will not be wanted till the cricketing season
begins next term, and I can make it good by then."

Outsiders then took their departure, leaving the committee to any
deliberations that might remain, and carrying the news of the robbery
far and wide, so that it became the principal topic of conversation
throughout the school that evening.  Of course it lost nothing in the
telling, and some received the information that Crawley's room had been
regularly cleared out that day, all his books, clothes, and pictures
taken, besides five pounds of his own and twenty of the public money.

The committee had not much business to transact.  The day for the match
at football between Dr Jolliffe's and Mr Cookson's houses was settled,
a suggestion that some new turf should be laid down on a part of the
cricket-field where the grass had been worn past recovery was agreed to,
and the members who did not board at Dr Jolliffe's were back at their
own houses before "All In."

But the excitement about the loss of this money was naturally greater in
the house where it had taken place than anywhere else, and as the boys
talked about it at supper the servants heard of it.  It was evident that
though no accusation might be made, suspicion would be very likely to
fall upon them, and as they were anxious to have the matter sifted, the
butler was deputed to report the whole affair to the doctor.  So when
prayers were over Dr Jolliffe told all present to remain where they
were, and then calling up Crawley, he asked him whether the account he
had heard was correct.

"I did not mean to report it, sir," said Crawley, "but it is true that
four pounds in gold and twelve shillings in silver were taken from the
tin box belonging to the cricket and football club this afternoon."

"When did you last see this money?"

"At about a quarter to three, sir.  As it was a half-holiday I thought I
would get all my papers ready against the cricket and football meeting
this evening.  I set to work at that at a little after two; it did not
take me very long, as they were all ready before, and only wanted
arranging, and a little memorandum written out of what I wanted to say,
for fear I should forget anything.  When I had done I counted out the
money in hand, and put it in a purse which I have always used for the
subscriptions; there was the sum I have mentioned and a five-pound note.
I put the purse back in the box, locked it, placed the keys in my coat-
pocket, changed my clothes, and went out to play at football.  I heard
the clock strike three just after I had begun to play."

"And when did you miss the money."

"At the meeting, when I opened the box."

"You had not done so again till then after locking it up, when you went

"No, sir."

"You are sure?"

"Positive, sir."

"And the five-pound note was not taken?"

"No, sir; that was left."

"Was it in the same compartment of the purse as the gold and silver?"

"No, sir; but it could be seen if the purse was opened, and why it was
not taken too I cannot imagine."

"That is not so difficult of explanation.  But now I must ask you a
painful question; but it is your bounden duty to answer it without
reserve.  Have you any suspicions as to who may have taken it?"

"None whatever, sir.  I am almost certain that there was not a boy in
the house.  I was the last to remain in.  Indeed I found all but three
in the football field, and I know where they were, for I saw them
playing at fives as I passed the court.  At least two were playing, and
the third, who had hurt his foot, was looking on."

"Do you mean to say, for it is necessary to be accurate, that you
recognised every boy in the house except these three in the football
field yourself?"

"Not exactly, sir; but we have been talking the matter over, and those
whom I did see can answer for all the rest."

"And who were the three boys in the Fives Court?"

"I was the looker-on, sir," said Gould, stepping forward.

"And when did you leave?"

"When the others left off play, sir.  We all returned together at tea-

"That is right, sir," said Smith and Simmonds.  "We were the two playing
at fives, and Gould went and returned with us."  (Of course it is not
meant that they said all this together, in chorus, as people do in a
play; but they both stood forward, and Smith was the spokesman.)

"And now, Crawley," resumed the doctor, "are you sure that the money was
not taken _after_ your return.  You left your room again, perhaps,
before the meeting?"

"Yes, I did for a short time, sir; but then I had the keys in my pocket;
and the box was fairly unlocked.  There are no marks of violence; and
it's a Brahma, so, whoever did it, must have had the right key."

"I am very glad that all the boys in my house seem able to prove so
clear an _alibi_," said the doctor.  "That will do."

When they had all dispersed Dr Jolliffe made inquiries amongst the
servants.  The fat cook indignantly demanded that her boxes should be
searched; but one coin of the realm is so like another that there did
not appear to be much object in that, beyond the pleasure of inspecting
a very smart bonnet in reserve for Easter, and other articles of
apparel.  The maids who waited on the boys were very much cut up about
it.  They never went near the rooms after they had once cleaned them up
in the morning till supper-time, when they turned down the beds (which
were set on end, and shut up to look like cupboards during the day), and
filled the jugs and cans with fresh water, etcetera.  But it was
impossible for them to prove their absence during those two hours--from
three to five--so clearly as the boys could, though they could testify
to one another's not having been away for many minutes at a time.  It
was extremely unpleasant for them, and for the butler and another man-
servant in a less degree also, for, though they had no business to go
into the boys' part of the house, it was possible that they might have
gone there without having any business.

But there was no reason to conclude that anyone residing in the house at
all was the guilty party; any person could walk in from the street at
any hour.  Itinerants often passed through the place with mice,
squirrels, and other things, which they tried to sell to the boys, and
one of these might have slipped up-stairs.  But, no; a man like that
would not have known that there was likely to be money in that
particular box; it certainly looked more like the action of someone who
had good information.

Such were the speculations and reasonings which were rife in Weston for
the next few days; and then the topic began to grow stale, for no one
had been seen hanging about the house that afternoon, and there was no
satisfactory peg upon which to hang conjecture.  One hard fact remained;
poor Crawley was answerable for four pounds twelve shillings which had
been stolen from him, and this came at a time when he was particularly
anxious to spend as little money as possible.  He did not make much fuss
about it, and only to Buller, his friendship with whom grew stronger the
more they knew of one another, did he speak his mind.

"My poor mother!" he said during a Sunday walk the day after the
robbery; "I shall have to ask her for the money, and it is precious hard
upon her.  I have been abominably extravagant, and she is not rich, and
there are a lot of us.  I owe a good bit to Tiffin, and to my London
tailor too, but he will wait any time.  Tiffin duns me, hang him! though
why he should be devoted to capital punishment for asking for his due I
don't know either.  I should not have had such a lot of patties, fruit,
ices, and stuff.  He will have to be paid at latest when I leave; and at
that time, if I get into Woolwich, there will be my outfit.  And then I
must needs buy a gun and a license for just three days' shooting with
Gould last Christmas; and tipping the groom and keeper was a heavy item
besides.  One of my sisters is delicate, and can't walk far; and they
could keep a pony-carriage if it wasn't for me.  And now, here is
another flyer I must rob my mother of, just because I left my keys in my
coat when I changed my dress--sheer carelessness!"

"Never mind; you will get into Woolwich next examination, and then you
will soon get a commission, and draw pay, and not want so much from your

"Yes, I think of that, and it is some consolation; but still it is in
the future, don't you see, and I must ask her for this stolen money at
once.  By Jove!  I wish I had come back unexpectedly for something, and
caught the fellow taking it!  I wonder who on earth it can be!"

"I have no idea.  Not Polly the maid, I'll take my Davey; I have so
often left money and things about, and never lost a halfpenny."

That same Sunday Saurin and Edwards were standing with two or three
others in the quadrangle, when Gould limped by.

"How is your ankle getting on, Gould?" one of the group called out.

"Better, thanks," he replied, joining them.  "I say, if it had kept me
in yesterday afternoon Crawley might have thought I took the money!
What a joke, eh?  Fancy my wanting a paltry four pounds odd."

"You were not in?" cried Edwards; and he could have bitten his tongue
out immediately afterwards.

But the surprise was too great for his prudence.  He and Saurin had gone
to their own tutor's house before repairing to the football field, you
may remember, and that route did not pass the Fives Court.  So that it
was the first intimation Edwards had that Saurin lied when he said he
had asked Gould for a loan, and been refused.

"No," said Gould, looking at him in surprise; "what made you think I

"Only your sprain," said Edwards, recovering himself.  "Some fellows
were saying that if you were in, the thief must have trod very lightly
for you not to have heard him, as your room is so near.  But as you were
out, and all the other fellows too, he had the coast clear, you know."

"What is your idea about the whole thing, Saurin?" asked Gould; "you are
a sharp chap."

"Oh, I don't know," said Saurin.  "I should not be very much surprised
if the money turned up, and there proved to have been no robbery at

"What on earth do you mean?"

"The chances are I am wrong, no doubt, but it is possible.  Crawley is a
very careless fellow, you know, about money matters."

"But how could he have made a mistake, when he counted out the money
such a short time before?" asked one of the group.  "I was present at
the meeting, and you should have seen his surprise when he took up the

"Oh, I dare say it is all as you think," said Saurin.  "I only know that
if I had charge of money I should always be in a muddle.  I never know
anything about my own, and it is little enough to calculate; if I had to
keep it separate from that of other people I should always be bothered
between the two.  But no doubt Crawley is better at business than I am."

"I say; he is awfully poor, Crawley is, and tries to make a show as if
he were rich," said Gould.  "I know he has been dunned by old Tiffin
lately, and it is quite possible he may have paid him out of the club
money and got confused, eh?  Of course, what I say is strictly between



"It is no business of mine," said Saurin, turning on his heel.  "But if
any fellow likes to get up a subscription to make good Crawley's loss,
real or imaginary, I'll subscribe."  And he sauntered off, whistling

Edwards had already detached himself from the group, feeling that he
must be alone to think upon the tremendous and horrible revelation which
had just dawned upon his mind.  As Saurin passed him he hissed in his
ear the one word "Fool!"  And there was such an evil look of mingled
rage and fear on his face as the human countenance is seldom deformed

But Edwards met it without quailing, and there was nothing but aversion
in the glance he gave him back.  The scales had fallen from his eyes,
and his infatuation was dissipated.  Never again was he to listen
greedily to Saurin's words, and think them wiser than any others.  Never
more would he admire and applaud him; build castles in the air, forming
wild projects for the future, in his company, or associate willingly
with him.  They exchanged no other word, and Saurin went his way,
strolling in a leisurely manner till he was out of sight; and then
quickening his pace he took the direction of Slam's yard.  At the rate
he was walking he soon got there, and going round to the well-known
back-door, he knocked.  It was not long before he saw an eye
reconnoitring him through a crack.

"Come, do not keep me waiting here all day while you are squinting
through that hole!" he cried with a savage oath.  "Let me in."

Josiah Slam said apologetically that he wanted to make sure who it was,
and admitted him.

"Have you got the money, master?" he asked.

"I have got four pounds, and that is all we can raise.  It is as much as
we have had in cash, and if you will give up that memorandum for it I
will pay it you."

"Nonsense! it's for five pund, I tell yer, and five pund I will have."

"No you won't; I cannot get it.  So if you won't take the four, let me
out.  You may do your worst."

"Come, say four ten."

"You fool, don't you see I am in earnest!" cried Saurin, his suppressed
rage bursting out.  "Why, I would cut your dirty throat if--" He
restrained himself and said, "Fetch the paper if you mean to; I cannot
breathe the same air as a man who has threatened me, and I won't stand
bargaining here a minute longer."

Josiah Slam knew when he had got his victim in a corner, and desperate
to biting pitch; so without another word he fetched the I O U and gave
it to Saurin, who simultaneously handed him _two sovereigns and four
half-sovereigns_.  The fellow took it with a chuckle, for he had never
had the slightest intention of getting himself into trouble, which he
assuredly would by attempting to make any use of that bit of paper.
Call upon Dr Jolliffe indeed, to get a couple of school-boys, whom he
had fleeced, into a shindy!  Not worth the trouble for him, indeed.  But
it occurred to him that the threat might bring cash, and it had.

"Won't yer come in and have something?"

"Let me out!"

"Well, if you must go, here you are.  Good-bye, young gent, and better
luck next time.  And if when yer goes racing, yer wants--" Saurin was
out of hearing.

"Bless 'em," continued Mr Slam, junior, "I should like to know a few
more like them two young gents a good bit richer.  Well, they are about
somewhere, if one could but light on 'em."

Saurin did not return to Weston at once, but walked as fast as he could
put foot to ground along the lanes and the highroad, trying by physical
exertion to numb thought, and he partly succeeded, now and then, for a
short time, but black care soon caught him up again, and brooded over
his shoulder.

A voice which did not seem to emanate from his own brain kept repeating,
"What you have done can never be undone; never, never.  Not if you live
to be a hundred; not for all eternity."  "It can, it shall," he replied.
"Only let me escape suspicion, and I will make it up over and over
again."  "That would not make what has happened, not to have happened."
"It is only one act."  "Self-deceiver, you have been growing to it for
years, your corruption has been gradual, and this is the natural result.
You will go on now; each time it will come easier to you, until you
grow to think nothing of it.  Read your future--outcast, jail-bird."
"No, no; I will lead a new life, work hard, avoid bad company."  "Avoid
bad company!  I like that!  What company can be worse than your own
_now_?"  "I will _not_ sink deeper; no one knows."  "You forget; one
does know, others _may_ know, _will_ know."  "I could not bear that; I
would destroy myself and escape the shame."  "Destroy yourself indeed!
I defy you; you cannot do it.  You may kill yourself; it is not at all
unlikely; but that is not destruction, but only the commission of
another crime."

This inward voice became so real to him that he thought he must be
possessed or else going mad.  Suppose it were the latter, and he let the
truth out in his delirium!  He determined to live by rule, to study
hard, to be conciliatory, not to draw observation on himself.  And to
begin with, he must be getting back to Weston; it would never do to be
late, and risk questioning.

The first time he had an opportunity of speaking to Edwards alone he
said, "I have seen that man as I promised, and there is nothing to fear
from him.  I have secured his silence."

"At what a price!" sighed Edwards.

"Look here," murmured Saurin, turning on him fiercely; "if it is as you
think, you take advantage of it, which is just as bad.  We are in the
same boat, and must sink or swim together.  What is done cannot be
undone; don't be a fool.  If your weakness excites suspicion it will be
ruin to both of us."

"I know, I know," said Edwards, turning away with loathing.

They hated the sight of one another now, these two inseparables.  What
revolted Edwards most of all was the other's insinuation about Crawley.
It was all of a piece with his conduct when Buller was accused of that
poaching business, and showed his true character.  Days went by and they
never spoke to one another of the shameful secret they shared, and
indeed rarely on any other subject.  They would have avoided all
association if it had not been for the fear of exciting suspicion.  They
were more attentive to their studies, and at the same time took a more
prominent part in the school games than either had done for a long time:

Edwards, because it was his natural bent to do so when freed from other
influences; and Saurin, partly from prudence, partly because he was
making a struggle to escape from the net which he felt that evil habits
had thrown around him.  He was like one who has been walking in a fog
along the brink of a precipice, and discovers his position by setting a
foot on the very edge and nearly falling over.  He shrank from the abyss
which he now saw yawning for him.  At the same time he exerted himself
to become popular, and since he was no longer anxious to thrust himself
perpetually into the foremost place, he was not without success.

"What a much better fellow Saurin is now he has given up going to that
Slam's yard!" said one of his intimates, and his hearers acquiesced.  He
had never repeated that abominable hint about the possibility of
Crawley's not having lost the money at all; but Gould had taken up the
idea, and the gossip had spread, as such ill-natured talk about any one
who is popular or in a higher position than others, is sure to do.  Very
few, if any, really believed that there was a grain of truth in the
notion, but some thought it clever to talk as if they did, just to be
different from the majority.  Others might jump to a conclusion,
swallowing all that the popular idol chose to tell them, but they
withheld their judgment.  Unluckily these rumours reached Crawley's
ears; some friendly ass "thought he ought to know," as is always the
case when anything unpleasant is said, and it fretted and annoyed him

It also had the effect of annulling a movement which was being set on
foot to make up the missing money by subscription, the notion of which
emanated curiously enough from the same source as the scandal.  Saurin
had thrown out the hint as a sneer, not a suggestion, but it was taken
up by some honest lad in the latter sense.  It had been submitted to the
masters, who not only approved but were anxious to head the
subscription, and the whole thing could have been done at once without
anyone feeling it.  But Crawley called a special meeting, and the pupil-
room was crammed to overflowing this time to hear what he had to say,
which was this: "I have asked you to come for a personal and not a
public reason.  I am told that it is proposed to raise a subscription to
make up the four pounds twelve the fund has been robbed of.  Now, though
I was perhaps not careful enough, I could hardly expect my keys to be
taken out of a coat and the box opened during a short absence, and so I
should have been very glad not to have to bear this loss, for which, of
course, I am solely responsible, alone.  But some kind friends (Gould, I
believe, started the idea) are pleased to say that I have robbed myself;
that is, I have spent the money intrusted to me and invented the story
of a robbery."  ("Oh! oh! shame! shame!") "Well, yes, I think it was
rather a shame, and I am glad you are indignant about it.  But the
accusation having been once made, of course I cannot accept the kind
suggestion to make the loss good."

There was a great hubbub and loud protestations, but Crawley was firm.
His honour was at stake, he said, and he must repay the money himself;
then his traducers at all events could not say that he had profited by
holding the office of treasurer.  Those who had indulged in idle
innuendoes were heartily ashamed and sorry, and Gould for a short time
was the most unpopular boy in the school.  Crawley cut him dead.

The day following this special meeting was Saturday, exactly one week
after the robbery, and the day appointed for the football match between
the houses of Head-master and Cookson.  I fear that a detailed account
of this match would hardly interest you, for this reason.  The Head-
master, whose scholarship and capacity worked up Weston to that state of
prosperity which it has maintained ever since, was an Etonian, and the
games instituted under his auspices were played according to Eton rules.
Dr Jolliffe had also been educated at the same school, and thought
everything connected with it almost sacred.  So it happened that the
Rugby game of hand-and-football had never supplanted the older English
pastime, which it has now become so much the fashion to despise, and
which, indeed, if it were not for the Eton clubs at Oxford, Cambridge,
and elsewhere, might disappear as the national rats did before the
Hanoverian.  The Westonians then used round, not oblong footballs; their
object was to work the ball between the goal-posts, not over a bar at
the top of them; and it was unlawful to touch it with the hands unless
caught in the air, and then only for a drop-kick.

I do not advocate one game more than the other; both to my thinking are
excellent, and I have no sympathy with those who would suppress every
pastime which is fraught with some roughness and danger.  The tendency
of civilisation is naturally towards softness, effeminacy, and a dread
of pain or discomfort; and these evils are far more serious than
bruises, sprains, broken collar-bones, or even occasionally a more
calamitous accident.

However, the chances are that my reader is all in favour of the Rugby
game, and would therefore follow the changes and chances of the present
match with but little interest.  It was exciting enough, however, to
those who were engaged in it, for Cookson's made a better fight of it
than their opponents expected.  They had been practising with great
pains, and their team worked well together and backed each other up
excellently.  So that, quite early in the match, the ball having been
some time at their end, and they acting solely on the defensive,
Jolliffe's thought they were going to carry all before them and got a
little rash and careless; those who should have kept back to guard their
own end pressing too far forwards, when Edwards, who was fleet of foot
and really good at seizing chances, got a clear kick at the ball which
sent it over the heads of the attackers into the middle of the field,
and, getting through to it again, began dribbling it towards the hostile
goal with a series of short kicks, having a start of the field, who,
seeing their error, were now racing back to their own end.  The goal-
keeper dashed out and met Edwards in full career, both kicking the ball
at the same time; but another on the Cookson side, who had been keeping
close in view of such a contingency, got a fair chance at the ball,
which slipped sideways from the two, and sent it sheer between the
posts, scoring a goal for Cookson's.

The success of such a simple manoeuvre was equivalent to a "fools' mate"
at chess, and was a lesson to Jolliffe's never to despise their enemy.
They were not to be caught napping again, however, and, by dint of
steady, persistent, concentrated play, they too got a goal and equalised
matters.  Then, after a considerable period, during which the advantages
fluctuated, they obtained a rooge.  If, in the old game, the ball is
kicked behind the goal-posts but not between them, there arises a
struggle between the contending sides to touch it with the hand.  If one
of the defenders, those behind whose goal the ball has passed, does so
first, nothing has happened, and the ball is kicked off again for
renewal of the game.  But should one of the opposite side so touch it, a
rooge is gained.  The rooge is formed close in front of the defenders'
goal, they being clustered in a semicircle with their backs to it, and
with a big and heavy member of the team for the central pillar, who
plants his heel firmly in the ground, the ball being placed against his
foot.  The opposite side complete the circle, leaving an opening for one
of their number to rush in and get a good kick at the ball--they
instantly closing upon him and endeavouring to force the whole surging,
struggling mass bodily back between the posts, ball and all; if they
cannot make an opening they send the ball through alone--the defenders,
of course, endeavouring to force the ball out sideways, and either touch
it down behind their goal or get it away from their end altogether.  One
goal counts more than any number of rooges; but when no goal is made at
all, or the number of them on each side is equal, the rooges decide the

Ends were changed, and after a good deal of play without result
Cookson's also scored a rooge, and matters were equal again; after which
the Jolliffe team, which was the strongest physically, kept the ball
entirely in the neighbourhood of the Cookson goals.  For the latter had
made great exertions, and were tiring fast.  The time fixed for leaving
off play was now approaching; and if they could only keep matters as
they were a little longer they would make a drawn match of it, which
would be of itself a triumph, considering that their opponents, with the
redoubtable Crawley at their head, were reckoned so much the stronger.

"Come, we _must_ get one more rooge," said the Jolliffe captain, "and
weak as they are getting we ought to turn it into a goal."  And pursuing
his determination he dribbled the ball up close to the base line, sent
it behind the goal-posts, and rushed forward to touch it down.  Edwards
ran up to it at the same time to touch it first, and a collision ensued
which sent him flying.  Near that spot there was a tree with seats round
it, and Edwards fell heavily with his side against a corner of this
wooden settle.  Crawley touched the ball down.

"You have given us all our work to get this!" he called out to the
other, laughing; and then seeing that Edwards was lying on the ground,
he added, "You are not hurt, old fellow, are you?  Only blown?"

But as the other was not in the position in which any one would lie
still a moment to get breath, he went up to him and repeated his

"I don't know; I--I feel rather queer," was the reply.

Crawley stooped, and put his arms round his body to raise him up, but
Edwards shrieked out, "Ah! don't; that hurts!"

The other players now gathered round, and many offered well-meaning but
absurd suggestions.  One practical youth ran off, however, to Cookson's
house to report what had happened, and then returned with a chair.  By
the time he got back Edwards had managed to rise, and was sitting on the
settle, very faint.  They managed to transfer him to the chair, and
carried him home in it very gently, and by the time he was laid on his
bed, which had been got ready, the doctor arrived.  A couple of ribs
were broken, he said, after an examination which made poor Edwards groan
a good deal; but he did not think there was much more the matter, which
words were a great comfort to Crawley, who began to fear that he might
have been the cause of the boy's death.  He was quite sufficiently sorry
and vexed as it was, and would have liked to nurse him if he had been

It was just as well for his reading that they were not in the same
house, for he spent all the hours that he was out of school, and not
necessarily in his own tutor's, by Edwards' bedside.  You cannot fall
with your side against a sharp angle heavily enough to break a couple of
ribs without feeling it afterwards, I can tell you, so you had better
not try, and Edwards suffered a good deal from pain and difficulty of
breathing for a few days, and when the inflammation was got down, and he
felt more easy, he was kept back by a great depression of spirits.

"One would say that the boy had something on his mind!" said the doctor
to Mr Cookson, "but that is impossible.  At his age we possess no minds
worth speaking about to have anything upon;" and so he lost the scent
after hitting it off to go on the trail of a witticism, which after all
was not very brilliant.

Edwards was delirious one night, and astonished the housekeeper, a
motherly dame who sat up with him, by his talk on the occasion.

"Look here!" he said; and thinking he wanted drink or something she got
out of her chair and leaned over him; "let us have five shillings on the
black this time; it has gone red four times running, and that can't go
on, can it?"

"Certainly not," said Mrs Blobbs, wondering whatever the boy's
distracted fancy was running on.  "Don't do it!  Don't do it!" he then
cried.  "I'll have nothing to say to it.  Let us stand our chance
rather.  Not that way; not that way; no, no, that's making bad worse.  I
won't!  I won't!"

That was only one night, however, the third after the accident, and he
was all right in his head next morning, only so terribly depressed.
Saurin never came near him.



"I know what is the matter with you," said Crawley, replacing the pieces
on a backgammon board at the end of the game.

"Do you?" replied Edwards, turning if possible a shade paler, while his
heart palpitated under his sore ribs.

"Yes," continued the other; "you are worrying because you cannot get on
with your reading, and the prospect of examination is getting
uncomfortably distinct.  I hear from Mr Cookson that you have been
mugging lately, just as I have.  Well, you will not lose much time, and
you will find yourself all the clearer for lying fallow a little.  And
look here, I am a little more forward than you, and if you will come and
stay with us in the holidays I will read with you; I think I could help
you a bit.  My mother would be very glad to see you.  Or if that can't
be, I'll come to you.  I am sure we could more than make up for any lost

Edwards was able to sit up now, and Crawley read amusing books, and
played games with him whenever he could leave school or pupil-room.

"What a kind chap you are!" said Edwards with a broken voice, and with
water in his eyes, for he was very weak and nervous; "I--I don't deserve

"Not?" exclaimed Crawley.  "Why, surely I ought to do what I can, when
it is my fault that you got hurt.  I am most unlucky this term; I get
robbed, and am suspected of inventing the story of it to cover my
misappropriation of the money; and then I wind up with breaking a
fellow's ribs!"

"No one thinks for a moment that you were not robbed as you say; I am
certain of it!" cried Edwards.

"I don't know about that; some of them said they did, and I would give
anything to prove that they did me wrong.  It will stick in my gizzard a
long time, I can tell you."

Edwards buried his face in his hands and fairly sobbed.

"I can bear it no longer," he cried at last.  "You so kind to me and
all!  I know who robbed you."

"You!" exclaimed Crawley, thinking the boy had gone delirious again.

"Yes, I," repeated Edwards.  "I did not see it done, and he never told
me he had done it, but I know he did, and--and, I profited by the money
and never said anything."

"Come, come, Edwards, you are ill and weak, and exciting yourself too
much.  We will talk about this another time."

"No, no, now; I must speak; it is killing me."

And then he rapidly told the whole story; how Saurin and he had gambled
and lost, and the peril they had brought themselves into; and how Saurin
had gone that fatal Saturday afternoon to try and borrow money of
Gould--all he knew, in short.

"Saurin!" said Crawley, when he had heard all.  "I never thought very
much of him, but I had no idea he was so bad as that.  But don't you
fret, Edwards; you were put in a very queer position, and nobody could
say what he would do if he suddenly found it his duty to denounce an
intimate friend for a crime which was committed to get out of a scrape
in which he himself was implicated.  It would be an awful hole to be in!
How far have you told me all this in confidence?"

"I leave that quite to you.  I do not ask to be spared myself, but if
you could be cleared and satisfied without Saurin being publicly tried
and sent to prison, I should be very grateful."

"All right!  I think I can manage that.  And now, don't you bother
yourself; you shall not get into any row, that I promise."

"Oh, Crawley, what a good fellow you are!" cried Edwards.  "I wish I had
got killed, instead of only breaking a couple of ribs!"

"And let me in for being tried for manslaughter!" exclaimed Crawley,
laughing.  "Thank you for nothing, my boy."

Crawley made up his mind that night what he would do.  The next morning
he asked Robarts, Buller, and Smith, _alias_ "Old Algebra," to come to
his room when they came out of school at twelve.  Then he made the same
request of Gould, who looked surprised and flustered.

"You will condescend to speak to me at last, then?" he said, sulkily.

"I could not suppose that you wished to hold any communication with a
defaulter," replied Crawley, "and I am sure I could not trust myself in
the company of any fellow who thought me one.  I ask you to come to my
room now because I have discovered who took the money, and I want to
clear myself in your eyes."

"All right!  I will come if you wish it."

"Thank you very much."

Having thus arranged for his court of inquiry, the next thing was to
secure the attendance of the accused.  He found Saurin talking to a knot
of boys, and asked if he could speak to him privately for a moment.

"Well, what is up?"  Saurin asked.  "You look as grave as a mute at a

"Yes," said Crawley, "what I have to say is rather grave.  It is about
that four pounds twelve shillings you took out of my box."

"It's a lie!" cried Saurin, turning pale as death.

"And yet the evidence against you is very clear," said Crawley quietly.
"Do you know a man named Josiah Slam, a son of the fellow who lives near
here?  Come, I do not wish to prosecute you, unless you force me; I want
to give you a chance.  Robarts, Buller, Smith, and Gould are coming to
my room at twelve o'clock to-day, and I mean to take their advice as to
what should be done if you will come there too, and meet them."

"And if I refuse?" said Saurin.

"In that case I shall go to Dr Jolliffe, and put the matter in _his_
hands," replied Crawley.

"Well, I do not mind coming to hear what cock-and-bull story you have
trumped up," muttered Saurin, turning away.  He feared lest an unguarded
word should betray him.

His anxiety was terrible.  What did Crawley know?  What was mere
conjecture?  Of course Edwards had put him on the track; but had he done
so distinctly, or had this suspicion been aroused by his wandering talk
when delirious?  Everything might depend on his exercising calm judgment
just now, but his head was in a whirl and he could not collect his wits.
Should he make a bolt?  Oh, no! that would be confessing himself
guilty.  Should he defy Crawley?  That would bring about a trial, in
which he might be found guilty.  It seemed safest to go to Crawley's
room at twelve and hear what he had to say.

So he went.  Robarts and Gould sat on the two chairs with which the room
was supplied, Buller perched himself on the table, Smith on a box--all
full of curiosity and expectation.  Crawley and Saurin remained
standing.  The door was closed and a mat placed against it, to prevent
any sudden entry without warning.

"I am not going to beat about the bush," said Crawley.  "I accuse Saurin
there of having come to this house, one Saturday when we were all out;
of having gone into my room, taken my keys out of the pocket of a coat
lying there, opened the cricket and football japanned box, and
abstracted four pounds twelve shillings from a purse inside it.  Then I
assert that he put the keys back in the coat-pocket, having first locked
the box and put it back in its place, and ran back to his tutor's house,
where he changed and went out to play at football.  The motive of this
theft was that he had been gambling at Slam's yard, lost all the money
he had or could raise; went on playing on credit, lost again, and was
threatened with exposure unless he paid up.  He had meant to borrow the
money he wanted of you, Gould, and came to the house with that
intention.  But as you were not in, he got it the other way."

"It is all a pack of lies!" cried Saurin.  "At least about robbing, I
mean; for it is true that I lost money playing roulette, and that I
meant to borrow of Gould, only I squared matters with the man without."

"What day did you come to apply to me for that loan?" asked Gould.

"I don't know exactly; it was not on a Saturday I am not sure that I
came at all," replied Saurin, who could not for the life of him help
stammering.  "It's all lies; though appearances might be got up against

"They certainly are so already," said Crawley, "or I should not have
accused you.  Of course, if you can prove your innocence, or even if you
are convinced that no one can prove your guilt, you will prefer to stand
a trial.  Otherwise you might prefer to pay back the money and leave
Weston quietly.  What do you say?" he added, turning to the others.
"Would it not be best for the credit of the school?"

"Yes, yes," said Robarts; "let us wash our dirty linen at home."

"But how am I to leave?" asked Saurin with a groan.

"I don't know; tell your guardian the truth if you like, you must manage
that.  Only, if you come back next term I shall lay the whole matter
before the head-master.  And if you leave, and the money does not come,
I shall give information to the police."

"That's fair enough," said Buller; "take the chance, Saurin, if you are
not a fool."  And the others assented.

Not one of them had any doubt as to Saurin's guilt: his confusion and
equivocation condemned him.

"What a cool fish you were to suggest that Crawley might have spent the
money himself!" said Gould.  "You regularly humbugged me."

"You are assuming a good deal, I think," said Saurin bitterly; "making
yourselves accusers, juries, judges, executioners, and all.  And I am
very much in your power, for if this came to a trial, though I should
certainly be found innocent of robbery, yet I cannot deny the gambling
and having gone to Slam's yard, and I should be expelled for that.  So I
suppose I had better agree to your terms.  I will not come back, and--
what sum did you say you demand as the price of your silence?  Four
pounds ten, or twelve, I think; you shall have it."  And turning on his
heel with an attempt at swagger which was not very successful, Saurin
went out, kicking the mat aside, and banging the door after him.

Of course Edwards had betrayed him, he said to himself; it was not for
nothing that Crawley had been constantly with him since his accident.
He longed to go to Edwards' room and upbraid him with his treachery, but
he durst not trust himself.  He was not out of the wood yet; the other
three could be trusted, but Gould _must_ tattle, and if the story got
abroad and reached one of the master's ears, it would no longer be in
Crawley's power to hush it up.  And then Edwards almost always had some
one with him; but if not, and he saw him alone, could he keep his hands
off his throat?  From the throbbing of his temples when the idea
occurred to him he thought it doubtful.  No, he must not see him.

"How on earth did you find it out?" cried the others to Crawley when
Saurin's footstep died away on the staircase.

"I have promised not to name my witnesses unless it is necessary to call
them forward," replied Crawley.  "I am very much obliged to you for
coming here, and I feel that it is awfully bad not to take you into full
confidence and give up names.  But you see I have passed my word and
cannot help myself.  There's one thing I can tell you, Buller.  Saurin
was the poacher for whose moonlight excursion you were taken up."

"By Jove!" exclaimed Buller.  "Well, I should have imagined that he
might have done that, but not such a dirty business as this."

"I suppose he felt himself up a regular tree, poor beggar!" said

"Well, Gould," said Crawley, "I hope that your doubts as to my story of
having been robbed are set at rest."

"I don't know that I ever had any," replied Gould rather sullenly; "only
when a thing like that happens, and nothing can be found out, one puts
it in every possible light.  Saurin said you were a careless fellow
about money matters, and might have mixed up the club money with your
own and paid it away without knowing, and then thought you had been
robbed.  Of course one sees now why he put the idea about; but at the
time it looked just possible, and fellows discussed it, I amongst them."

"Well, it was not pleasant for me, as you may easily understand," said
Crawley.  "However, that is all over, and we will say nothing more about
it.  And now, of course we will all keep our council about this business
for some time.  It would be breaking faith with Saurin if we let a word
escape before he has left the school; because, if the doctor heard of
it, he would insist on expelling him at any rate."

"Yes; and we had better hold our tongues for our own sakes," observed
Robarts.  "My father's a lawyer, and I have heard him talk about
something of the same kind.  And I have a strong idea that we have just
committed a crime, as that chap in the French play talked prose without
knowing it."

"What do you mean?"

"Just this, that to make terms with a thief, by which you agree not to
prosecute him, is a legal offence called `compounding a felony.'"

This notion of Robarts, whether right or wrong, had the useful effect of
sealing Gould's lips for some time to come.  It only wanted a week to
the holidays, so the struggle was not so very prolonged.

Crawley went to see Edwards directly the council-board broke up, and
found him nervous and depressed.

"Perhaps I had no right to speak," he said.  "It was not for me to tell.
I wouldn't; only you thought yourself under suspicion, and you have
been so good to me."

Well, Crawley could not but thank him and tell him he was quite right;
but he was not able for the life of him to say so in very cordial tones.

"Look here!" persisted Edwards, noticing this, "tell me honestly; if you
had been situated like me, would you have told of him?"

"Not to save my life!" blurted out Crawley; "I mean," he added hastily,
"I fear that I should not have had the moral courage."

The week passed, and Weston School once more broke up.  What story
Saurin told to Sir Richard to induce him to take his name off the boards
quietly I do not know, but it had the desired effect; and when the boys
reassembled for the summer term Saurin's place was known no longer
amongst them.  The scandal about him soon began to leak out, and the
story ran that but for Crawley's extreme generosity towards him he would
have now been in penal servitude at Portland.

Stubbs, too, went away that Easter vacation, taking Topper with him, and
the pair went out to China together, Stubbs having lucrative employment
in that country.  Crawley returned, but that was his last term, and soon
afterwards he succeeded in getting into Woolwich.



A young man stood on the platform of the South-Western Railway pointing
out his luggage to a porter.  There was a good deal of it, and every
package had _Serapis_ painted upon it.  _Serapis_, however, was not the
name of that young man; that was inscribed on another part of the trunk,
and ran, "Vincent Crawley, RA."  _Serapis_ indicated the ship into whose
hold all these things were to go.  They had other marks, for some were
to go to the bottom--_absit omen_!--the bottom of the hold, I mean, not
of the sea, and were to remain there till the end of the voyage.  But
one trunk was to lie atop, for it contained light clothing to be worn on
entering the Red Sea.  Minute were the printed directions about these
matters which had been sent him directly he got his route.  It is the
fashion to cry out against red tape, but red tape is a first-rate thing
if it only ties up the bundles properly.  There is nothing like order,
method--routine in short.  By following it too closely on exceptional
occasions absurd blunders may now and then be committed; but think of
the utter confusion that would prevail every hour for the want of it.

With a cold March wind blowing how should a young fellow who had never
been out of his own country know that in a few days it would be so hot
that his present clothes would be unbearable?  Or how should he
understand the way to meet the difficulty if he did know it?  I am all
for rules and regulations, and down with the grumblers.

Mrs Crawley and the girls agreed with me, for the official directions
saved them a world of trouble.  They wanted to go down to Portsmouth in
a body and see him off, but he begged them not.

"I had sooner say good-bye here, Mother," he said, "if you don't mind.
There's a detachment, and I shall have my men to look after, and if I am
with you I shall be bothered.  And, well, you know, parting is a
melancholy sort of business, and it is better to get it over in private,
don't you think?"

Mrs Crawley saw wisdom in her son's words, and yielded with a sigh, for
she yearned to see the very last of him.  Ah! we do not half value the
love of our mothers until we miss it, and the opportunity for making any
return is gone for ever.  It seems such a matter of course, like the sun
shining, which no one troubles to be grateful for.  But if the sun _went

Well, it was a painful business--a good deal worse than a visit to the
dentist's--that morning's breakfast, with the table crowded with his
favourite dainties, which he could not swallow.  And then the final
parting, when all the luggage was piled on the cab.  It was a relief
when it was over, and he found himself alone and trying to whistle.
Even now, as he stowed the smaller articles in the carriage, he had a
great lump in his throat.

The guard began shutting the doors, so he got in, and as he had fellow-
passengers it was necessary to look indifferent, and as if he were
accustomed to long journeys.  The train moved out of the station and he
found several things to distract his thoughts.  Presently on the right
they passed the Wimbledon Lawn-tennis Grounds, and he thought of a
wonderful rally he had seen there between Renshaw and Lawson.  Then
further on they came to Sandown on the left, where a steeple-chase was
in progress.  The horses were approaching the water jump, and the
travellers put down their newspapers and crowded to the window.

"Something in Tom Cannon's colours leading; he's over.  That thing of
Lord Marcus is pulling hard.  By Jove he is down!  No, he has picked him
up again.  Well ridden, sir!"

"Who is it up?"

"Why, Beresford himself.  He will win, too, I think.  Oh, hang it, I
wish they would stop the train a moment!"

Everybody laughed at this, though it was provoking not to see them over
the next fence; but the engine gave a derisive scream, and away they
rushed to Farnborough.

"There's Aldershot, and the Long Valley, and that Cocked Hat Wood.
British generals would beat creation if they might only let their left
rest on Cocked Hat Wood."

They were all army men in the carriage, and the conversation never
flagged now it had been started.

"Are you going by the _Serapis_?" asked a gentleman sitting opposite
Crawley, seeing _cabin_ painted on his busby case in the net overhead.

"Yes," replied Crawley.  And then learning that he was bound for India
the other inquired the presidency and the station, and it so happened
that he had left that district only the year before, and was now settled
in Hampshire, having been superannuated, at which he grumbled much, and
indeed he was a hale young-looking man to be laid on the shelf.  And so
the time sped rapidly till they reached Portsmouth harbour, where a
conspicuous white vessel, which was pointed out to Crawley as the
_Serapis_, lay moored to a quay.  Then he superintended the loading of
his luggage in a cart, and, taking a cab, accompanied it through the
dock-yard gates to a shed, where he saw it deposited as per regulation.
Then he went to the "George," where he had secured a bed, and on
entering the coffee-room heard his name uttered in a tone of pleased
surprise: "Crawley!"

"What, Buller!  How are you, old fellow?"

"All right.  Are you going out in the _Serapis_?"

"Yes; and you?"


"That is jolly.  What regiment are you in?"

"First Battalion Blankshire.  Do you know I got into Sandhurst direct
the first time I went up!"

"Of course you did; you would be sure to do anything you really meant; I
always said so.  I must go and report myself now and see about my
detachment, for there are some men going out with me; but we shall meet
at dinner."

They dined together at a small table by themselves, and had a long talk
afterwards about the old Weston fellows, of whom Buller had recent
information through Penryhn, who lived near his people at home.

"I know about Robarts," said Crawley; "he is in the Oxford eleven; but
there is your chum Penryhn, what is he doing?"

"Oh, he is in a government office in Somerset House.  Not a large
income, but safe, and rounded off with a pension.  Better than our line,
so far as money goes anyhow."

"I suppose so; but I should not like office work.  And Smith, Old
Algebra, have you heard of him?"

"Yes, he is mathematical master at a big school."

"And Gould?"

"Why, don't you know?  It was in all the papers.  Gould's father smashed
and died suddenly; did not leave his family a penny.  Some friends got
Lionel Gould a clerkship in some counting-house; his sister Clarissa,
your old friend, you know, supports herself and her mother by the

"Dear, dear, I am sorry for them; it must be precious hard when they
were used to such luxury.  And that chap Edwards, have you ever heard of

"Oh, yes, he is at Cambridge, and intends to take orders when he gets
his degree."

"I hope it will keep him out of mischief; I always fancied he might come
to grief, he was such a weak beggar."

"Yes, he was, and is still, I hear.  But he has had the luck to get into
the clutches of a man who keeps him straight; a fellow as good as gold,
and earnest enough to make all the Edwardses in the country believe in

"Lucky for Edwards; if he marries a stiffish sort of wife with the same
opinions he will live and die a saint.  Saurin would have made the other
thing of him.  By the by, have you ever heard anything of that fellow?"

"Not lately.  He had a row with his uncle and guardian, and went to
Australia, I believe; but I have heard nothing of him for years."

They chatted late into the night, and when Crawley went to bed his heart
smote him to remember how little he had thought of his mother.

The _Serapis_ was to sail on the following day at noon, so when Crawley
had seen his gunners safely embarked, and the two friends had reported
themselves at the little office outside the saloon, had traversed that
lofty palatial apartment (how different from the cabins of the old
troop-ships!), carefully removing their caps as a placard directed them,
had made acquaintance with the little cabin which they were to share
together, and had stowed away their minor properties within it, they
took a last turn on shore, principally to get one or two little comforts
which they had forgotten till then.

As they passed a low public-house on their way back to the ship, a
remarkably smart corporal of marines came out of it, and since they were
in uniform, saluted.  But as he did so, he suddenly turned his head away
and quickened his pace.

Crawley and Buller looked at one another.

"Did you recognise him?"


It was Saurin.


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