"I"ll lend you twopence."
"Twopence! What"s twopence?"
"It"s all you"ll get; you can have it or lump it, I don"t care; I"m not dead nuts on lending you anything." Wheeler was a little wiry-built boy, and when he meant a thing very much indeed he had an almost terrier-like habit of snapping his jaws--he snapped them now.
Bailey trudged by his side with an air of dudgeon; he probably reflected that, after all, twopence was better than nothing. But Ellis and Griffin had their claims to urge. They apparently did not contemplate with pleasure the prospect of tramping to and from the village for the sake of the exercise alone. Ellis began,--
"I say, old fellow, you"ll lend me a penny, won"t you? I"m always game for lending you."
"Look here, I tell you what it is, I won"t lend you a blessed farthing! It"s like your cheek to ask me; you owe me ninepence from last term."
"But I expect a letter from home in the morning with some money in it.
I"ll pay you the ninepence with threepence interest--I"ll pay you eighteenpence--you see if I don"t. And if you"ll lend me a penny now I"ll give you twopence for it in the morning. Do now, there"s a good fellow, Wheeler; honour bright, I will."
For answer Wheeler put his finger to his eye and raised the eyelid.
"See any green in my eye?" he said.
"You"re a selfish beast!" replied his friend. And so the four trudged on. Then Griffin made his attempt.
"I"ll let you have that knife, Wheeler, if you like."
"I don"t want the knife."
"You can have it for threepence."
"I don"t want it for threepence."
"You offered me fourpence for it yesterday."
"I"ve changed my mind."
Charlie pondered the matter in his mind. They were about half-way to their destination, and already bore a closer resemblance to drowned rats than living schoolboys. By the time they had gone there and back again, it would be possible to wring the water out of their clothes; what Mrs. Fletcher would have to say remained to be seen. After they had gone a few yards further, and paddled through about half a dozen more puddles, Charlie began again.
"I"ll let you have it for twopence."
"I don"t want it for twopence."
"It"s a good knife." No answer. "It cost a shilling." Still no answer.
"There"s only one blade broken." Still no reply. "And that"s only got a bit off near the point." Still silence. "It"s a jolly good knife."
Then, with a groan, "I"ll let you have it for a penny."
"I wouldn"t give you a smack in the eye for it."
After receiving this truly elegant and generous reply, Griffin subsided into speechless misery. It is not improbable that, so far as he was himself concerned, he began to think that the expedition was a failure.
In silence they reached the village. It was not a village of portentous magnitude, since it only contained thirteen cottages and one shop, the shop being the smallest cottage in the place. The only point in its favour was that it was the nearest commercial establishment to Mecklemburg House. The proprietor was a Mrs. Huffham, an ancient lady, with a very bad temper, and a still worse reputation--among the boys--for honesty in the direction of weights and measures. It must be conceded that they could have had no worse opinion of her than she had of them.
"Them young warmints, if they wants to buy a thing they wants ninety ounces to the pound, and if they wants to pay for it, they wants you to take eightpence for a shilling--oh, I knows "em!" So Mrs. Huffham declared.
At the door of this emporium parley was held. Ellis suddenly remembered something.
"I say, I owe old Mother Huffham two-and-three." So far as the gathering mist and the soaking rain enabled one to see, d.i.c.k"s countenance wore a lugubrious expression.
"Well, what of that?"
"Well"--d.i.c.k Ellis hesitated--"so long as that brute Stephen isn"t about the place I don"t mind. He called out after me the other day, that if I didn"t pay he"d take the change out of me some other way."
The Stephen referred to was Mrs. Huffham"s grandson, a stalwart young fellow of twenty-one or two, who drove the carrier"s cart to Kingston and back. His ideas on pecuniary obligations were primitive. Having learned from experience that it was vain to expect Mr. Fletcher to pay his pupils" debts at the village shop, he had an uncomfortable way of taking it out of refractory debtors in the shape of personal chastis.e.m.e.nt. Endless disputes had arisen in consequence. Mr. Fletcher had on more than one occasion threatened the summary Stephen with the terrors of the law; but Stephen had snapped his fingers at Mr.
Fletcher, advising him to pay his own debts, lest worse things happened to him. Then Mr. Fletcher had forbidden Mrs. Huffham to give credit to the boys; but Mrs. Huffham was an obstinate old lady, and treated the headmaster with no more deference than her grandson.
Finally, Mr. Fletcher had forbidden the boys to deal with Mrs.
Huffham; but in spite of his prohibition an active commerce was carried on, and on more than one occasion the irate Stephen had been moved to violence.
"You should have stopped at home," was Wheeler"s not unreasonable reply to d.i.c.k"s confession. "I don"t owe her anything. I don"t see what you wanted to come for, anyhow, if you haven"t got any money and you owe her two-and-three."
And turning the handle of the rickety door he entered Mrs. Huffham"s famed establishment. Bailey, rich in the possession of a prospective loan of twopence, and Charlie Griffin followed close upon his heels.
After hesitating for a moment Ellis went in too. To remain shivering outside would have been such a lame conclusion to a not otherwise too satisfactory expedition, that it seemed to him like the last straw on the camel"s back. Besides, it was quite on the cards that the impetuous Stephen would be engaged in his carrier"s work, and be pleasantly conspicuous by his absence from home.
The interior of the shop was pitchy dark. The little light which remained without declined to penetrate through the small lozenge-shaped windowpanes. Mrs. Huffham"s lamp was not yet lit, and the obscurity was increased by the quant.i.ty of goods, of almost every description, which crowded to overflowing the tiny shop. No one came.
"Let"s nick something," suggested the virtuously minded Griffin. Ellis acted on the hint.
"I"m not going there and back for nothing, I can tell you."
On a little shelf at the side of the shop stood certain bottles of sweets. d.i.c.k reached up to get one down. At that moment Wheeler gave him a jerk with his arm. Ellis, catching at the shelf to steady himself, brought down shelf, bottles and all, with a crash upon a counter.
"Thieves!" cried a voice within. "Thieves!" and Mrs. Huffham came clattering into the shop, out of some inner sanctum, with considerable haste for one of her mature years. "Thieves!"
For some moments the old lady"s eyes could see nothing in the darkness of the shop. She stood, half in, half out, peering forward, where the boys could just see her dimly in the shadow. They, deeming discretion to be the better part of valour, and not knowing what damage they might not have done, stood still as mice. Their first impulse was to turn and flee, and Griffin was just feeling for the handle of the door, preparatory to making a bolt for it, when heavy footsteps were heard approaching outside, and the door was flung open with a force which all but threw Griffin back upon his friends.
"Hullo!" said a voice; "is anybody in there?"
It was Stephen Huffham. With all their hearts the boys wished they had respected authority and listened to Mr. Shane! There was a coolness and promptness about Stephen Huffham"s method of taking the law into his own hands upon emergency which formed the basis of many a tale of terror to which they had listened when tucked between the sheets at night in bed.
Mr. Huffham waited for no reply to his question, but he laid an iron hand upon Griffin"s shoulder and dragged him out into the light.
"Come out of that! Oh, it"s you, is it?" Charlie was gifted with considerable powers of denial, but he found it quite beyond his power to deny Mr. Huffham"s a.s.sertion then. "Oh, there"s some more of you, are there? How many of you boys are there inside here?"
"They"ve been a-thieving the things!" came in Mrs. Huffham"s shrill treble from the back of the shop.
"Oh, they have, have they? We"ll soon see about that. Unless I"m blinder than I used to be, there"s young Ellis over there, with whom I"ve promised to have a word of a sort before to-day. You bring a light, granny, and look alive; don"t keep these young gentlemen waiting, not by no manner of means."
Mrs. Huffham retreated to her parlour, and presently re-appeared with a lighted lamp in her hand. This, with great deliberation, for her old bones were stiff, and rheumatism forbade anything like undue haste, she hung upon a nail, in such a position that its not too powerful light shed as great an illumination as possible upon the contents of her shop. Far too powerful an illumination to suit the boys, for it brought into undue prominence the damage wrought by Ellis and his friend. They eyed the ruins, and Mrs. Huffham eyed them, and Mr.
Stephen Huffham eyed them too. The old lady"s feelings at the sight were for a moment too deep for words, but Mr. Stephen Huffham soon found speech.
"Who did this?" he asked; and there was something in the tone of the inquiry which grated on his hearers" ears.
Had d.i.c.k Ellis and his friend deliberately planned to do as much mischief as possible in the shortest possible s.p.a.ce of time, they could scarcely have succeeded better. Three or four of the bottles were broken to pieces, and in their fall they had fallen on a little gla.s.s case, the chief pride and ornament of Mrs. Huffham"s shop, which was divided into compartments, in one of which were cigars, in another reels of cotton and hanks of thread, and in a third such trifles as packets of hair-pins, pots of pomade, note-paper and envelopes, and a variety of articles which might be cla.s.sified under the generic name of "fancy goods." The gla.s.s in this case was damaged beyond repair; the sweets from the broken bottles had got inside, and had become mixed with the cigars, and the paper, and the hair-pins, and the pomade, and the rest of the varied contents.
Mr. Stephen Huffman not finding himself favoured with an immediate reply to his inquiry, repeated it.