"I shouldn"t be surprised if I did go. How much will you row me for?"
The ferryman hesitated. He was probably debating within himself as to the capacity of the young gentleman"s pockets, and also not improbably as to his capacity for being bled.
"I"ll row you there for five shillings."
But Bertie was not quite so verdant as he looked.
"I"ll give you eighteenpence."
"Well, you"re a cool hand, you are, to offer a man eighteenpence for what he wants five shillings for. But I don"t want to be hard upon a young gentleman what is a young gentleman. I"ll row you there for four; a man"s got to live, you know, and it isn"t as though you wanted a boat to row yourself."
But Bertie was unable to see his way to paying four. Finally a bargain was struck for half a crown. Then a difficulty occurred as to change, and Bertie entrusted one of his precious sovereigns to the ferryman to get changed at the Swan. Then a boat was launched, a lad not very much older than Bertie was placed in charge, the fare was paid in advance, and a start was made for Kingston.
By the time they reached that ancient town, Bertie was hungry in earnest. The walk, the drive, and now the row in the freshness of the early morning had combined to give him an appet.i.te which, at Mecklemburg House, would have been regarded with considerable disapproval. Now, too, the short commons of the day before were remembered; and as Bertie fingered the money in his pockets he thought with no slight satisfaction of the good things in the eating and drinking line which it would buy.
He was landed at his own request on the Middles.e.x side of Kingston Bridge, and having generously made the lad who had rowed him richer by the sum of sixpence, he started, with renewed vigour, to cross the bridge into the town. No sooner had he crossed than a coffee-shop met his eye. It was the very thing he wanted. With the air of a capitalist he entered and ordered a sumptuous repast--coffee, bread and b.u.t.ter, ham and eggs. Having made a hearty meal,--and a hearty meal was a subject on which he had ideas of his own, for he followed up the ham and eggs with half a dozen open tarts and a jam puff or two, buying half a pound of sweets to eat when he got outside,--he paid the bill and sallied forth.
It was cattle-market day, and unusual business seemed to be doing. Not only was the market-place crowded with live stock, but they overflowed into the neighbouring streets. For the present, Bertie was content to watch the proceedings. In the position of a capitalist he could travel to London in state and at his leisure. Just now his mind was running on what the ferryman had said about the circus and the fair. He could go to London at any time. It was not a place which was likely to run away. But circuses and fairs were things which were quick to go, and once gone were gone for ever. Bertie resolved that he would commence his journey by seeing both the circus and the fair.
Nor was his resolution weakened by a joyous procession which pa.s.sed through the Kingston street.
"BADGER"S ROYAL POPULAR COSMOPOLITAN AND WORLD-FAMED HIPPODROME" was an imposing t.i.tle for a circus, but not more imposing than the glories revealed by that procession.
"_Supported by all the greatest artists in the world chosen from all the nations of the universe_" was the continuation of the t.i.tle, and, judging from the astonishing variety of ladies and gentlemen who rode the horses, who bestrode the camels, who crowded the triumphal cars, and who ran along on foot distributing handbills among the crowd, it really seemed that the statement was justified by fact. There were Chinamen whose pigtails seemed quite real; there were gentlemen of colour who seemed warranted to wash; there were individuals with beards and moustaches of an altogether foreign character; and there were ladies of the most wondrous and enchanting beauty, dressed in the most picturesque and amazing styles. Bertie Bailey, at any rate, was persuaded that it would be absurd for him to think of going on to town till he had attended at least one performance of Badger"s Royal Popular Cosmopolitan and World-famed Hippodrome.
He followed the procession to the fair field. And there, although it was not yet noon, the fair was already in full swing. All those immortal entertainments without which a fair would not be a fair were liberally provided. There were shows, and shooting galleries, and bottle-throwing establishments, and seas upon land, and resplendent roundabouts, and stalls at which were vended goods of the very best quality; and all those joys and raptures which go to make a fair in every part of the world in which fairs are known.
But Bertie cared for none of these things. All his soul was fixed upon the circus. He attended the performance. As befitted a young gentleman of fortune he occupied a front seat, price two shillings. A hypercritical spectator might have suggested that the procession had been the best part of the show. But this was not the case in Bertie"s eyes. He was enraptured with the feats of skill and daring which he witnessed in the ring. Only one consideration marred his complete enjoyment. Unfortunately he could not make up his mind whether he would rather be the gentleman who, disdaining all ordinary modes of horsemanship, standing upon the backs of two cream-coloured steeds, with streaming tails, dashed round the ring; or the clown whose business it was--a business which he seemed to think a pleasure--to keep the audience in a roar. He was not so much struck by a gentleman who performed marvels on a flying trapeze; nor by the surefootedness of a lady who walked upon an "invisible wire,"--which was, in this case, a rope about the thickness of Bertie"s wrist.
But he quite made up his mind that he would be either the clown or the rider; and that, when he had determined which of these honourable positions he would prefer to fill, he would lose no time in laying siege to one of the ladies of the establishment, and to beg her to be his. But here the same difficulty occurred;--he was not quite certain which. However, by the time the performance was over, and the audience was dismissed, on one point he was a.s.sured, he would enlist under the banners of the world-famed Badger. d.i.c.k Turpin, Robin Hood, Robinson Crusoe, Jack the Giant Killer, might do for some folks, but a circus was the place for him.
When he regained the open air, and had bidden an unwilling adieu to the sawdust glories, the afternoon was pretty well advanced and the fair was more crowded than ever. But Bertie could not tear himself away from Badger"s. He hung about the exterior of the tent as though the neighbourhood was holy ground.
Several other loiterers lingered too; and among them were four or five men who did not look, to put it gently, as though they belonged to what are called the upper cla.s.ses.
"I"ve half a mind," said Bertie to himself, "to go inside the tent, and ask Mr. Badger if he wants a boy. But perhaps he wouldn"t like to be troubled when there"s no performance on."
Bertie"s ideas on circus management were rudimentary. Mr. Badger would perhaps have looked a little blue to find himself met with such a request if there had been a performance on.
"What do you think of the circus?"
The question was put by one of the individuals before referred to. He had apparently given his companions the slip, for they stood a little distance off, ostentatiously paying no attention to his proceedings.
He was a short man, inclined to stoutness, and Bertie thought he had the reddest face he had ever seen.
"It"s not a bad show, is it? And more it didn"t ought to be, for the amount of money it cost me to put that show together no one wouldn"t believe."
Bertie stared. It dimly occurred to him that it must have cost him all the money he possessed and so left him nothing to throw away upon his clothing, for his costume was distinctly shabby. But the stout man went on affably:--
"I saw you looking round, so I thought as perhaps you took a interest in these here kind of things. Perhaps you don"t know who I am?"
Bertie didn"t and said so.
"I"m Badger, the Original Badger. I may say the only Badger as was ever known,--for all them other Badgers belongs to another branch of the family."
The Original Badger put his hand to his neck, apparently with the intention of pulling up his shirt collar, which, however, wasn"t there. Bertie stared still more. The stout man did not by any means come up to the ideas he had formed of the world-famed Badger.
"You"re not the Mr. Badger to whom the circus belongs."
"Ain"t I! But I ham, I just ham." The Original Badger"s enunciation of the letter was more emphatic than correct.
"And I should like to see the man who says I hain"t! I"d fight that man either for beer or money either now or any other time, and I shouldn"t care if he was twenty stone. Now look "ere"--the Original Badger gave Bertie so hearty a slap upon the back that that young gentleman tottered--"What I say is this. I wants a well-built young fellow about your age to learn the riding, and to train for clown, and I wants that young feller to make his first appearance this day three weeks. Now what do you say to being that young feller?"
"I don"t think I could learn it in three weeks," was all Bertie could manage to stammer.
"Oh couldn"t you? I know better. Now, look "ere, I"m going to pay that young feller five and twenty pound a week, and find him in his clothing. What do you say to that?"
Bertie would have liked to say a good deal, if he could have only found the words to say it with. Among other things he would probably have liked to have said that he hoped the clothing which was to accompany the five and twenty pounds a week would be of a different sort to that worn by the Original Badger. It would have been a hazardous experiment to have offered five and twenty pence for the stout man"s costume.
"Now, look "ere, there"s a house I know close by where you and me can be alone, and we can talk it over. You"re just the sort of young feller I"ve been looking for. Now come along with me and I"ll make your fortune for you,--you see if I don"t."
Before Bertie quite knew what was happening, the stout man had slipped his arm through his, and was hurrying him through the fair, away from it, and down some narrow streets which were not of the most aristocratic appearance. All the time he kept pouring out such a stream of words that the lad was given no chance to remonstrate, even if he had had presence of mind enough to do it with. But, metaphorically, the Original Badger--to use an expression in vulgar phrase--had knocked him silly.
What exactly happened Bertie never could remember. The Original Badger led him to a very doubtful looking public-house, and, before he knew it, the lad was through the door. They did not go into the public bar, but into a little room beyond. They had scarcely entered when they were joined by three or four more shabby individuals, whom the Original Badger greeted as his friends. If Bertie had looked behind he would have perceived these gentry following close upon his heels all the time.
"This young gentleman"s going to stand something to drink. Now, "Enery William, gin cold."
The order was given by the Original Badger to a shrivelled-up individual without a coat who seemed to act as pot-boy. When this person disappeared, and Bertie was left alone with the Original Badger and his friends, he by no means liked the situation. A more unpleasant looking set of vagabonds could with difficulty be found; and he felt that if these were the sort of gentry who had to do with circuses a circus was not the place for him.
The pot-boy re-appeared with a bottle of water, and a tray of gla.s.ses containing gin.
"Two shillings," said the pot-boy.
"All right; the gentleman pays."
"Pay in advance," said the pot-boy.
"Two shillings, captain!"
The Original Badger gave Bertie another of his hearty slaps upon the back. Bertie felt they were too hearty by half. However, he produced a florin, with which the pot-boy disappeared, leaving the gla.s.ses on the table.
"I"m going," he said, directly that functionary was gone.
"What, before you"ve drunk your liquor? You"ll never do for a circus, you won"t." Bertie felt he wouldn"t. "Why, I"ve got all that business to talk over with you. I"m going to engage this young feller in my circus to do the clowning and the riding for five and twenty pound a week."
The Original Badger cast what was suspiciously like a wink in the direction of his friends. One of these friends handed the gla.s.ses round. He lingered a moment with the gla.s.s he gave to Bertie before he filled it half-way up with water, then he held it towards the boy. He was a tall, sallow-looking ruffian, with ragged whiskers; the sort of man one would very unwillingly encounter on a lonely road at night.
"Drink that up," he said; "that"s the sort of thing for circus riders."