Reginald Cruden Part 12
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Reginald's eyes blazed out for a moment on the speaker in a way which made Horace, who heard and saw all, tremble. But he overcame himself with a mighty effort, and said,--
"Where?"
Mr Durfy glanced round the room.
"Young Gedge!" he called out.
A boy answered the summons.
"Clear that rack between you and Barber, and put up a pair of cases for this fool here, and look after him. Off you go! and off _you_ go,"
added he, rounding on Reginald, "and if we don't make it hot for you among us I'm precious mistaken."
It was a proud moment certainly for the c.o.c.k of the fifth at Wilderham to find himself following meekly at the heels of a youngster like Gedge, who had been commissioned to put him to work and look after him. But Reginald was too sick at heart and disgusted to care what became of himself, as long as Mr Durfy's odious voice ceased to torment his ears.
The only thing he did care about was what was to become of Horace. Was he to be put in charge of some one too, or was he to remain a printer's devil?
Mr Durfy soon answered that question.
"What are you standing there for?" demanded he, turning round on the younger brother as soon as he had disposed of the elder. "Go down to the manager's room at once; you're not wanted here."
So they were to be separated! There was only time to exchange one glance of mutual commiseration and then Horace slowly left the room with sad forebodings, more on his brother's account than his own, and feeling that as far as helping one another was concerned they might as well be doomed to serve their time at opposite ends of London.
Gedge, under whose imposing auspices Reginald was to begin his typographical career, was a diminutive youth who, to all outward appearances, was somewhere about the tender age of fourteen, instead of, as was really the case, being almost as old as Reginald himself. He was facetiously styled "Magog" by his shopmates, in allusion to his small stature, which required the a.s.sistance of a good-sized box under his feet to enable him to reach his "upper case." His face was not an unpleasant one, and his voice, which still retained its boyish treble, was an agreeable contrast to that of most of the "gentlemen of the case"
in Mr Durfy's department.
For all that, Reginald considered himself much outraged by being put in charge of this chit of a child, and glowered down on him much as a mastiff might glower on a terrier who presumed to do the honour of his back yard for his benefit.
However, the terrier in this case was not at all disheartened by his reception, and said cheerily as he began to clear the frame,--
"You don't seem to fancy it, I say. I don't wonder. Never mind, I shan't lick you unless you make me."
"Thanks," said Reginald, drily, but scarcely able to conceal a smile at this magnanimous declaration.
"Magog" worked busily away, putting away cases in the rack, dusting the frame down with his ap.r.o.n, and whistling softly to himself.
"Thanks for helping me," said he, after a time, as Reginald still stood by doing nothing. "I could never have done it all by myself."
Reginald blushed a little at this broad hint, and proceeded to lift down a case. But he nearly upset it in doing so, greatly to his companion's horror.
"You'd better rest," he said, "you'll be f.a.gged out. Here, let me do it. There you are. Now we're ready to start you. I've a good mind to go and get old Tacker to ring up the big bell and let them know you're just going to begin."
Reginald could hardly be offended at this good-natured banter, and, as Gedge was after all a decent-looking boy, and aspirated his "h's," and did not smell of onions, he began to think that if he were doomed to drudge in this place he might have been saddled with a more offensive companion.
"It's a pity to put Tacker to the trouble, young 'un," said he; "he'll probably ring when I'm going to leave off, and that'll do as well."
"That's not bad for you," said Gedge, approvingly; "not half bad. Go on like that, and you'll make a joke in about a fortnight."
"Look here," said Reginald, smiling at last. "I shall either have to punch your head or begin work. You'd better decide which you'd like best."
"Well, as Durfy is looking this way," said Gedge, "I suppose you'd better begin work. Stick that pair of empty cases up there--the one with the big holes below and the other one above. You needn't stick them upside down, though, unless you particularly want to; they look quite as well the right way. Now, then, you'd better watch me fill them, and see what boxes the sorts go in. No larks, now. Here goes for the 'm's.'"
So saying, Mr "Magog" proceeded to fill up one box with types of the letter "m," and another box some distance off with "a's," and another with "b's," and so on, till presently the lower of the two cases was nearly full. Reginald watched him with something like admiration, inwardly wondering if he would ever be able to find his way about this labyrinth of boxes, and strongly of opinion that only m.u.f.fs like printers would think of arranging the alphabet in such an absurdly haphazard manner. The lower case being full up, Gedge meekly suggested that as he was yet several feet from his full size, they might as well lift the upper case down while it was being filled. Which done, the same process was repeated, only with more apparent regularity, and the case having been finally tilted up on the frame above the lower case, the operator turned round with a pleased expression, and said,--
"What do you think of that?"
"Why, I think it's very ridiculous not to put the 'capital J' next to the 'capital I,'" said Reginald.
Gedge laughed.
"Go and tell Durfy that; he'd like to hear it."
Reginald, however, denied himself the pleasure of entertaining Mr Durfy on this occasion, and occupied himself with picking up the types and inspecting them, and trying to learn the geography of his cases.
"Now," said "Magog," mounting his box, and taking his composing-stick in his hand, "keep your eye on me, young fellow, and you'll know all about it."
And he proceeded to "set-up" a paragraph for the newspaper from a ma.n.u.script in front of him at a speed which bewildered Reginald and baffled any attempt on his part to follow the movements of the operator's hand among the boxes. He watched for several minutes in silence until Gedge, considering he had exhibited his agility sufficiently, halted in his work, and with a pa.s.sing shade across his face turned to his companion and said,--
"I say, isn't this a beastly place?"
There was something in his voice and manner which struck Reginald. It was unlike a common workman, and still more unlike a boy of Gedge's size and age.
"It is beastly," he said.
"I'm awfully sorry for you, you know," continued Gedge, in a half- whisper, and going on with his work at the same time, "because I guess it's not what you're used to."
"I'm not used to it," said Reginald.
"Nor was I when I came. My old screw of an uncle took it into his head to apprentice me here because he'd been an apprentice once, and didn't see why I should start higher up the ladder than he did. Are you an apprentice?"
"No, not that I know of," said Reginald, not knowing exactly what he was.
"Lucky beggar! I'm booked here for n.o.body knows how much longer. I'd have cut it long ago if I could. I say, what's your name?"
"Cruden."
"Well, Cruden, I'm precious glad you've turned up. It'll make all the difference to me. I was getting as big a cad as any of those fellows there, for you're bound to be sociable. But you're a nicer sort, and it's a good job for me, I can tell you."
Apart from the flattery of these words, there was a touch of earnestness in the boy's voice which struck a sympathetic chord in Reginald's nature, and drew him mysteriously to this new hour-old acquaintance. He told him of his own hard fortunes, and by what means he had come down to his present position. Gedge listened to it all eagerly.
"Were you really captain of the fifth at your school?" said he, almost reverentially. "I say! what an awful drop this must be! You must feel as if you'd sooner be dead."
"I do sometimes," said Reginald.
"I know I would," replied Gedge, solemnly, "if I was you. Was that other fellow your brother, then?"
"Yes."
Gedge mused a bit, and then laughed quietly.
"How beautifully you two shut up Barber between you just now," he said; "it's the first snub he's had since I've been here, and all the fellows swear by him. I say, Cruden, it's a merciful thing for me you've come.
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