A Hero of Romance Part 3
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"If you don't let me go, I'll burn this rubbis.h.!.+" Bertie flourished the ruined grammar in the tutor's face. Mr. Shane made a dart to recover his property; but Bertie was too quick for him, and sprang aside beyond his reach. It is not improbable that if it had come to a tussle Mr. Shane would have got the worst of it.
"Who's got a match?" asked Bertie. Some one produced half a dozen.
"Will you let me go?"
"Don't burn it," said Mr. Shane. "It cost me half a crown; I only bought it last week."
"Then let me go."
"What'll Mrs. Fletcher say?"
"How's she to know unless you tell her? I'll be back before tea. I don't care if it cost you a hundred half-crowns, I'll burn it. Make up your mind. Is it going to cost you half a crown to keep me in?"
Bertie struck a match. Mr. Shane attempted to rush forward to put it out, but some of the boys held him back. His heart went out to his book as though it were a child.
"If I let you go, you promise me to be back within half an hour? I don't know what Mrs. Fletcher will say if she should hear of it;--and don't get wet."
"I'll promise you fast enough. Mrs. Fletcher won't hear of it; and what if she does? She can't eat you. You needn't be afraid of my getting wet."
"I shan't let anybody else go."
"Oh yes, you will! You'll let Griffin and Ellis go; you don't think I'm going all that way alone?"
"And me!" cried Edgar Wheeler. Pretty nearly all the other boys joined him in the cry.
"I am not going to have all you fellows coming with me," announced Bertie. "Wheeler can come; but as for the rest of you, you can stay at home and go to bed--that's the best place for little chaps like you.
Now then, Shane, look alive; is it going to cost you half a crown, or isn't it?"
Mr. Shane sighed. If ever there was a case of a round peg in a square hole, Mr. Shane's position at Mecklemburg House was a case in point.
The youth, for he was but a youth, was a good youth; he had an earnest, honest, practical belief in G.o.d; but surely G.o.d never intended him for an a.s.sistant-master. Perhaps in the years to come he might drift into the place which had been prepared for him in the world, but it was difficult to believe that he was in it now. A studious dreamer, who did nothing but dream and study, he would have been no more out of his element in a bear garden than in the extremely difficult and eminently unsatisfactory position which he was supposed--it was veritable supposition--to fill at Mecklemburg House.
"How many of you want to go?"
"There's me,"--Bertie was not the boy to take the bottom seat--"and Griffin, and Ellis, and Wheeler, that's all. Now what is the good of keeping messing about like this?"
"You're sure you won't be more than half an hour?"
"Oh, sure as sticks."
"And what shall I say to Mrs. Fletcher if she finds out? You're sure to lay all the blame on me." Mr. Shane had a prophetic eye.
"Say you thought it didn't rain."
"I don't think it does rain much." Mr. Shane looked out of the window, and salved his conscience with the thought. "Well, if you're quite sure you won't get wet, and you won't be more than half an hour--you--can--go." The latter three words came out, as it were, edgeways and with difficulty from the speaker's mouth, as if even he found the humiliation of his att.i.tude difficult to swallow.
"Come along, boys!--here's your old book!" Bertie flung the grammar into the air, the leaves went flying in all directions, the four boys went clattering out of the room with noise enough for twenty, and Mr.
Shane was left to recover his dignity and collect the scattered volume at his leisure.
But Nemesis awaited him. No sooner had the conquering heroes disappeared than an urchin, not more than eight or nine years of age, catching up one of the precious leaves, exclaimed,--
"Let's tear the thing to pieces!" The speaker was little Willie Seymour, Bertie Bailey's cousin. It was his first term at school, but he already bade fair to do credit to the system of education pursued at Mecklemburg House.
"Right you are, youngster," said Fred Philpotts, an elder boy. "It's a burning shame to let them go and keep us in. Let's tear it all to pieces."
And they did. There was a sudden raid upon the scattered leaves; at the mercy of twenty pairs of mischievous hands, they were soon reduced to atoms so minute as to be altogether beyond the hope of any possible recovery. Nothing short of a miracle could make those tiny sc.r.a.ps of printed paper into a book again. And seeing it was so Mr. Shane leaned his head against the window-pane and cried.
Chapter III
AT MOTHER HUFFHAM'S
It was only when Bailey and his friends were away from the house that it occurred to them to consider what it was they had come out for.
They slunk across the gra.s.s-grown courtyard, keeping as close to the wall as possible, to avoid the lynx-eyes of Mrs. Fletcher. That lady was the only person in Mecklemburg House whose authority was not entirely contemned. Let who would be master, she would be mistress; and she had a way of impressing that fact upon those around her which made it quite impossible for those who came within reach of her influence to avoid respecting.
It was truly miserable weather. Any one but a schoolboy would have been only too happy to have had a roof of any kind to shelter him, but schoolboys are peculiar. It was one of those damp mists which not only penetrate through the thickest clothing, and soak one to the skin, but which render it difficult to see twenty yards in front of one, even in the middle of the day. The day was drawing in; ere long the lamps would be lighted; the world was already enshrouded in funeral gloom.
Not a pleasant afternoon to choose for an expedition to nowhere in particular, in quest of nothing at all.
The boys slunk through the sodden mist, hands in their pockets, coat collars turned up about their ears, hats rammed down over their eyes, looking anything but a cheerful company. Griffin asked a question.
"I say, Bailey, where are you going?"
"To the village."
"What are you going to the village for?" This from Ellis.
"For what I am."
After this short specimen of convivial conversation the four trudged on. Alas for their promise to Mr. Shane! The wet was already dripping off their hats, and splas.h.i.+ngs of mud were ascending up the legs of their trousers to about the middle of their back. In a minute or two Wheeler began again.
"Have you got any money?"
Bertie pulled up short. "Have you?" he asked.
"I've got sevenpence."
"Then lend me half?"
"Lend me a penny? I'll pay you next week; honour bright, I will," said Ellis.
Griffin was more concise. "Lend me twopence?" he asked.
Wheeler looked unhappy. It appeared that he was the only capitalist among the four, and under the circ.u.mstances he did not feel exactly proud of the position. Although sevenpence might do very well for one, it would not be improved by quartering.
"Yes, I know, I daresay," he grumbled. "You're very fond of borrowing, but you're not so fond of paying back again." He trudged on stolidly.
Bailey caught him by the arm. "You don't mean that you're not going to lend me anything, after my asking for you to come out with me, and all?"
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