"Impot from the Head, sir, for that mouse-business this morning."
"Rumours thereof have reached us. That was a lapse on your part into Lower Thirdery which I don"t quite understand."
The "tump-tump" of the puntabouts before the sides settled to games came through the open window. Winton, like his House-Master, loved fresh air.
Then they heard Paddy Vernon, sub-prefect on duty, calling the roll in the field and marking defaulters. Winton wrote steadily. King curled himself up on a desk, hands round knees. One would have said that the man was gloating over the boy"s misfortune, but the boy understood.
"_Dis te minorem quod geris imperas_," King quoted presently. "It is necessary to bear oneself as lower than the local G.o.ds--even than drawing-masters who are precluded from effective retaliation. I _do_ wish you"d tried that mouse-game with me, Pater."
Winton grinned; then sobered "It was a cad"s trick, sir, to play on Mr.
Lidgett." He peered forward at the page he was copying.
"Well, "the sin _I_ impute to each frustrate ghost"--" King stopped himself. "Why do you goggle like an owl? Hand me the Mantuan and I"ll dictate. No matter. Any rich Virgilian measures will serve. I may peradventure recall a few." He began:
"Tu regere imperio populos Romane memento Hae tibi erunt artes pacisque imponere morem, Parcere subjectis et debellare superbos.
There you have it all, Winton. Write that out twice and yet once again."
For the next forty minutes, with never a glance at the book, King paid out the glorious hexameters (and King could read Latin as though it were alive), Winton hauling them in and coiling them away behind him as trimmers in a telegraph-ship"s hold coil away deep-sea cable. King broke from the Aeneid to the Georgics and back again, pausing now and then to translate some specially loved line or to dwell on the treble-shot texture of the ancient fabric. He did not allude to the coming interview with Mullins except at the last, when he said, "I think at this juncture, Pater, I need not ask you for the precise significance of _atqui sciebat quae sibi barbarus tortor_."
The ungrateful Winton flushed angrily, and King loafed out to take five o"clock call-over, after which he invited little Hartopp to tea and a talk on chlorine-gas. Hartopp accepted the challenge like a bantam, and the two went up to King"s study about the same time as Winton returned to the form-room beneath it to finish his lines.
Then half a dozen of the Second Fifteen, who should have been washing, strolled in to condole with "Pater" Winton, whose misfortune and its consequences were common talk. No one was more sincere than the long, red-headed, knotty-knuckled "Paddy" Vernon, but, being a careless animal, he joggled Winton"s desk.
"Curse you for a silly a.s.s!" said Winton. "Don"t do that."
No one is expected to be polite while under punishment, so Vernon, sinking his sub-prefectship, replied peacefully enough:
"Well, don"t be wrathy, Pater."
"I"m not," said Winton. "Get out! This ain"t your House form-room."
""Form-room don"t belong to you. Why don"t you go to your own study?"
Vernon replied.
"Because Mullins is there waitin" for the victim," said Stalky delicately, and they all laughed. "You ought to have shaken that mouse out of your trouser-leg, Pater. That"s the way _I_ did in my youth.
Pater"s revertin" to his second childhood. Never mind, Pater, we all respect you and your future caree-ah."
Winton, still writhing, growled. Vernon leaning on the desk somehow shook it again. Then he laughed.
"What are you grinning at?" Winton asked.
"I was only thinkin" of _you_ being sent up to take a lickin" from Pot.
I swear I don"t think it"s fair. You"ve never shirked a game in your life, and you"re as good as in the First Fifteen already. Your Cap ought to have been delivered last week, oughtn"t it?"
It was law in the school that no man could by any means enjoy the privileges and immunities of the First Fifteen till the black velvet cap with the gold ta.s.sel, made by dilatory Exeter outfitters, had been actually set on his head. Ages ago, a large-built and unruly Second Fifteen had attempted to change this law, but the prefects of that age were still larger, and the lively experiment had never been repeated.
"Will you," said Winton very slowly, "kindly mind your own d.a.m.ned business, you cursed, clumsy, fat-headed fool?"
The form-room was as silent as the empty field in the darkness outside.
Vernon shifted his feet uneasily.
"Well, _I_ shouldn"t like to take a lickin" from Pot," he said.
"Wouldn"t you?" Winton asked, as he paged the sheets of lines with hands that shook.
"No, I shouldn"t," said Vernon, his freckles growing more distinct on the bridge of his white nose.
"Well, I"m going to take it"--Winton moved clear of the desk as he spoke. "But _you"re_ going to take a lickin" from me first." Before any one realised it, he had flung himself neighing against Vernon. No decencies were observed on either side, and the rest looked on amazed.
The two met confusedly, Vernon trying to do what he could with his longer reach; Winton, insensible to blows, only concerned to drive his enemy into a corner and batter him to pulp. This he managed over against the fire-place, where Vernon dropped half-stunned. "Now I"m going to give you your lickin"," said Winton. "Lie there till I get a ground-ash and I"ll cut you to pieces. If you move, I"ll chuck you out of the window." He wound his hands into the boy"s collar and waistband, and had actually heaved him half off the ground before the others with one accord dropped on his head, shoulders, and legs. He fought them crazily in an awful hissing silence. Stalky"s sensitive nose was rubbed along the floor; Beetle received a jolt in the wind that sent him whistling and crowing against the wall; Perowne"s forehead was cut, and Malpa.s.s came out with an eye that explained itself like a dying rainbow through a whole week.
"Mad! Quite mad!" said Stalky, and for the third time wriggled back to Winton"s throat. The door opened and King came in, Hartopp"s little figure just behind him. The mound on the floor panted and heaved but did not rise, for Winton still squirmed vengefully. "Only a little play, sir," said Perowne. ""Only hit my head against a form." This was quite true.
"Oh," said King. "_Dimovit obstantes propinquos._ You, I presume, are the _populus_ delaying Winton"s return to--Mullins, eh?"
"No, sir," said Stalky behind his claret-coloured handkerchief. "We"re the _maerentes amicos_."
"Not bad! You see, some of it sticks after all," King chuckled to Hartopp, and the two masters left without further inquiries.
The boys sat still on the now-pa.s.sive Winton.
"Well," said Stalky at last, "of all the putrid he-a.s.ses, Pater, you are _the_--"
"I"m sorry. I"m awfully sorry," Winton began, and they let him rise. He held out his hand to the bruised and bewildered Vernon. "Sorry, Paddy.
I--I must have lost my temper. I--I don"t know what"s the matter with me."
""Fat lot of good that"ll do my face at tea," Vernon grunted. "Why couldn"t you say there was something wrong with you instead of lamming out like a lunatic? Is my lip puffy?"
"Just a trifle. Look at my beak! Well, we got all these pretty marks at footer--owin" to the zeal with which we played the game," said Stalky, dusting himself. "But d"you think you"re fit to be let loose again, Pater? "Sure you don"t want to kill another sub-prefect? I wish _I_ was Pot. I"d cut your sprightly young soul out."
"I s"pose I ought to go to Pot now," said Winton.
"And let all the other a.s.ses see you lookin" like this! Not much. We"ll all come up to Number Five Study and wash off in hot water. Beetle, you aren"t damaged. Go along and light the gas-stove."
"There"s a tin of cocoa in my study somewhere," Perowne shouted after him. "Rootle round till you find it, and take it up."
Separately, by different roads, Vernon"s jersey pulled half over his head, the boys repaired to Number Five Study. Little Hartopp and King, I am sorry to say, leaned over the banisters of King"s landing and watched.
"Ve-ry human," said little Hartopp. "Your virtuous Winton, having got himself into trouble, takes it out of my poor old Paddy. I wonder what precise lie Paddy will tell about his face."
"But surely you aren"t going to embarra.s.s him by asking?" said King.
"_Your_ boy won," said Hartopp.
"To go back to what we were discussing," said King quickly, "do you pretend that your modern system of inculcating unrelated facts about chlorine, for instance, all of which may be proved fallacies by the time the boys grow up, can have any real bearing on education--even the low type of it that examiners expect?"
"I maintain nothing. But is it any worse than your Chinese reiteration of uncomprehended syllables in a dead tongue?"
"Dead, forsooth!" King fairly danced. "The only living tongue on earth!
Chinese! On my word, Hartopp!"