The Sailor Part 24
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He dipped his head into a basin of cold water and then sat in a truculent silence. He did not so much as glance at the Sailor, who had the rest of the team around him. Where did Harper come from? What club did he play for? Was it true that he had been a sailor?
Henry Harper was only able to answer these questions very shyly and imperfectly. He was in a dream. He could hardly realize where he was or what he was doing. When they returned to the field of play, the goalkeeper, already a favorite, was given a little private cheer. But the Sailor heard it not; he was dreaming, dreaming, walking on air.
"Buck up, Ginger," piped the shrill urchin, as the tense and heroic figure of that warrior came on the field last of all. But the grim eyes and the set face were not in need of admonition. Ginger was prepared to do or die.
"Cab Oss can use his weight," said the All Highest.
"First good thing he's done," said Mr. Satellite Albert. The right full back, it seemed, had charged like a tiger at the center forward of the enemy and had laid him low.
"Good on yer, Ginger," cried the proletariat.
After this episode, the game grew rough. And this was in Ginger's favor. Outcla.s.sed he might be in pace and skill, but no human soul could outcla.s.s Ginger in sheer fighting quality when his back was to the wall. Before long the stricken lay around him.
"It isn't footba'," said Mr. Augustus Higginbottom. "You can't call it footba', but it's the right game to play under the circ.u.mstances."
It began to seem that the enemy would never score the goal it so much desired. The goalkeeper kept up his form in quite a marvelous way, parrying shot after shot of every range and pace from all points of the compa.s.s. He was a man inspired. And the right full back was truly terrible now. He had ceased to trouble about the ball, but wherever he saw a red-s.h.i.+rted adversary he brought him down and fell on him.
Ginger did not achieve any particular feat of arms, but his moral effect was considerable.
The shades of night were falling, but not a single goal had been scored by either party. The goalkeeper grew more and more wonderful, the right full back was more like a lion than ever.
"Blame my cats," said Mr. Augustus Higginbottom, "that Ginger's mustard. But they'll never stan' him in a League match. What do you say, Davis?"
Mr. Davis, a small b.u.t.toned-up man in a knitted comforter and a brown bowler hat, had given far fewer opinions than his peers. He was a man of deeds. He had played for England _v._ Scotland in his distinguished youth, but no one would have guessed it to look at him.
"Quite agree, Gus," said Mr. Davis, in a measured tone. "Football is not a game for Ginger. Not the man we are looking for. But that goalkeeper..."
"That's all right, Davis," said Mr. Augustus Higginbottom, "we are going to make no mistake about him."
Night fell, the referee blew his whistle, the match was at an end, and still not a goal had been scored. Utterly weary, covered with mud from head to heel, the twenty-two players trooped back to the dressing-room.
They flung off the reeking garments of battle and fought for the icy shower bath, the heroic Ginger still the foremost in the fray.
"Look slippy into yer duds, young feller," he breathed hoa.r.s.ely in the ear of the Sailor. "We've pleadin' well got to catch that kermittee afore it goes."
XII
Ginger might have spared himself all anxiety in regard to the "kermittee." The Great General Staff had made up its mind in the matter already. The directors would like to see Harper in the committee room before he went.
"What abaht me?" said Ginger.
"It's Harper they want to see," said their emissary. "They don't want to see no one else."
"Oh, don't they!" was Ginger's eloquent comment to himself.
"Ready, Harper?" said the emissary, with the air of a law-giver. "I'll show you the way."
"Come on, Sailor boy," said Ginger, with his affectionate avuncular air, as he gave a final touch, aided by a hairbrush and a looking-gla.s.s, to his auburn locks which he wore in the form of a fringe on his forehead.
"Jukes, there's your expenses," said the emissary rather haughtily, as he handed Ginger a sovereign. "The directors don't require to see you."
"I'd like to see them," said the imperturbable Ginger.
"Their time is valuable."
"So's mine," said Ginger. "Come on, Sailor boy."
The chairman, now enthroned in the committee room, had short shrift for Ginger.
"Jukes," he said with brutal directness, as he chewed the end of his cigar, "we didn't send for you. You are not the Rovers' sort and never will be. You are a trier an' all that, you are a good plucked un, but the Rovers is only out for one thing, an' that's cla.s.s."
This oration was extremely well delivered, cigar in mouth, yet the committee seemed to be more impressed by it than Ginger himself.
"That's right, Gus," said Mr. Satellite Albert. "Those are our views."
Mr. Augustus Higginbottom might have expressed the views of the committee, but it did not appear that they were the views of Mr. W. H.
Jukes. That warrior stood, tweed cap in hand, the Sailor by his side, as though they did not in any way concern him.
"You understand, Jukes?" said the chairman.
No reply.
"Arper here is the man we sent for. Arper"--the impressiveness of Mr.
Higginbottom was very carefully calculated--"you've no polish, me lad, you lack experience, you are young, you've got to grow and you've got to learn, but you might make a goalkeeper if you was took in hand by the Rovers. Understand me, Arper,"--the chairman raised an eloquent forefinger--"I say ye _might_ if you was took in hand an' trained by a club o' the cla.s.s o' the Rovers. But you've a long way to go. Do you understand, me lad?"
"Yes, mister," said the Sailor humbly.
The "mister" jarred horribly upon the sensitive ear of Mr. W. H. Jukes, who whispered, "Call him 'sir,' yer fool."
"Very well, then," proceeded Mr. Augustus Higginbottom, "now we'll come to business. My feller directors"--the chairman waved a magniloquent hand--"agrees with me that the Rovers can offer you a pound a week because you are promisin', although not justified as you are at present. Now what do you say?"
"Nothin' doin'," said Mr. W. H. Jukes, before the goalkeeper could say anything. "Come on, Sailor boy. We are wastin' our time. We'll be gettin' to the station."
"My remarks, Jukes, was not addressed to you," said the chairman with awful dignity. "The directors has no use for _your_ services, as I thought I 'ad made clear."
"I'm sorry, sir," said Ginger, with a considered politeness that seemed rather to surprise the committee. "Come on, Sailor. A quid a week! I think we can do better nor that."
"One moment," said Mr. Augustus Higginbottom. There was a hurried consultation while Ginger and the goalkeeper began to move to the door.
"One moment, Arper."
Ginger, drawing the Sailor after him, returned with every sign of reluctance to the middle of the room.
"Jukes," said the chairman, "you have nothing to do with this matter, anyway."
"No, sir," said Ginger, with a deference he was very far from feeling.
"You quite understand that, Jukes?"
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