His guests shuffled about upon their feet with not quite a graceful air. It was true that they looked in about as miserable a condition as they very well could do; but considering the circ.u.mstances under which they had travelled, it was scarcely to be wondered at. Had Mr. Bankes travelled in their place, he might have looked like a half-drowned puppy too.
"But a wetting will do you good, and as for mud, why, I don"t care for mud. I"ve swallowed too much of it in my time to stick at a trifle.
When I was a boy, I was the dirtiest little blackguard ever seen. Now, then, is that tea ready? Come along."
And off he strode into the hall, the boys following sheepishly in the rear. Wheeler poked Bailey in the side with his elbow, and Bailey poked Griffin, and they each of them poked the other, and they grinned. Their feelings were altogether too much for speech. What Mr.
Shane and Mrs. Fletcher would think and say--but that was a matter on which they would not improbably be able to speak more fully later on.
A more unguestlike-looking set of guests could hardly be conceived.
Not only were their boots concealed beneath thick layers of mud, but they were spattered with mud from head to foot; their hands and faces were filthy, and their hair was in a state of untidiness better imagined than described. They had their everyday clothes on; their trousers were in general too short in the leg, and their coats too short in the sleeves; while Griffin was radiant with a mighty patch in the seat of his breeches of a totally different material to the original cloth. It was fortunate that Mr. Bankes did not stick at trifles, or he would never have allowed his newly-discovered guests to enter his well-kept residence.
They followed their host into a room on the other side of the hall, and the sight they saw almost took their breath away. A table laden with more delicacies than they remembered to have seen crowded together for a considerable s.p.a.ce of time was, especially after the fare to which they were accustomed at Mecklemburg House, a spectacle calculated at any time to fill them with a satisfaction almost amounting to awe. But to come out of such a night to such a prospect!
To come to feast from worse than famine! The revulsion of feeling was considerable, and the aspect of the guests became even more sheepish than before.
"Sit down, and pitch in. If you"re as hungry as I am, you"ll eat the table, legs and all."
The boys needed no second invitation. In a very short s.p.a.ce of time host and guests alike were doing prodigies of execution. The nimble-handed servant-maid found it as much as she could do to supply their wants. On the details of the feast we need not dwell. It partook of the nature of a joke to call that elaborate meal tea. By the time it was finished the four young gentlemen had not only ceased to think of what Mrs. Fletcher and Mr. Shane might say, but they had altogether forgotten the existence of Mecklemburg House Collegiate School; and even Charlie Griffin was prepared to declare that he had thoroughly enjoyed that nightmare journey from Mrs. Huffham"s to the present abode of bliss. The meal had been no less to the satisfaction of the host than of his guests.
"Done?" They signified by their eloquent looks as much as by their speech that they emphatically had. "Then let"s go back to the other room." And they went.
A peculiarity of this other room was that all the chairs in it were arm-chairs; and in four of not the least comfortable of these arm-chairs the boys found themselves seated at their ease. Over the fire-place, arranged in the fashion of a trophy, were a large number of venerable-looking pipes. Taking one of these down, Mr. Bankes proceeded to fill it from a tobacco jar which stood in a corner of the mantelshelf. Then he lit it, and, planting himself in the centre of the hearthrug, right in front of the fire, he thrust his hands into his pockets and looked down upon his guests, a huge, black-bearded giant, puffing at his pipe.
"Had a good feed?"
They signified that they had.
"Do you know what I brought you here for?"
The food and the warmth combined had brought them into a state of exceeding peace, and they were inclined to sleep. Why he had brought them there they neither knew nor cared; they were beyond such trifling. They had had a good meal, the first for many days, and it behoved them to be thankful.
"I"ll tell you. I brought you here because I want to get you, the whole lot of you, to run away."
His listeners opened their eyes and ears. Bailey had made some acquaintance with his host"s character before, but his three friends stared.
"Every boy worth his salt runs away from school. I did, and it was the most sensible thing I ever did in my life."
When Mr. Bankes thus repeated the a.s.sertion which he had made to Bailey in the trap, his hearers banished sleep and began to wonder.
"What"s the use of school? What do you do there? What do you do at that tumble-down old red-brick house on the Cobham road? Why, you waste your time."
This a.s.sertion, if, to a certain extent, true, as it applied to the establishment in question, was a random shot as applied to schools in general.
"Shall I tell you what I learnt at school? I learnt to hate it, and I haven"t forgotten that lesson to this day; no, and I shan"t till I"m packed away with a lot of dirt on top of me. My father," Mr. Bankes took his pipe out of his mouth, and pointed his remarks with it as he went on, "died of a broken heart, and so should I have done if I hadn"t cut it short and run away."
No man ever looked less like dying of a broken heart than Mr. Bankes did then.
"A life of adventure"s the life for me!"
They were the words which had thrilled through Bertie when he had heard them in the trap; they thrilled him again as he heard them now, and they thrilled his companions too. They stared up at Mr. Bankes as though he held them with a spell; nor would that gentleman have made a bad study for a wizard.
"A life of adventure"s the life for me! Under foreign skies in distant lands, away from the twopenny-halfpenny twaddle of spelling-books and sums, seeking fortune and finding it, a man in the midst of men, not a finicking idiot among a pack of babies. Why don"t you run away? You see me? I was at school at Nottingham; I was just turned thirteen: I ran away with ninepence-halfpenny in my pocket. I got to London somehow; and from London I got abroad, somehow too; and abroad I"ve picked up fortune after fortune, thrown them all away, and picked them up again. Now I"ve had about enough of it, I"ve made another little pile, and this little pile I think I"ll keep, at least just yet awhile. But what a life it"s been! What larks I"ve had, what days and nights, what months and years! Why, when I think of all I"ve done, and of what I might have done, rotted away my life, if it hadn"t been for that little bolt from school,--why, when I think of that, I never see a boy but I long to take him by the scruff of the neck, and sing out, "Youngster, why don"t you do as I have done, cut away from school, and run?""
Mr. Bankes flung back his head and laughed. But whether he was laughing at them, or at his own words, or at his recollections of the past, was more than they could say. They looked at each other, conscious that their host was not the least part of the afternoon"s entertainment, and somewhat at a loss as to whether he was drawing the long bow, taking them to be younger and more verdant than they were, or whether he was seriously advancing an educational system of his own.
He startled them by putting a question point-blank to Bailey, one which he had put before.
"Why don"t you run away?"
"I--I don"t know!" stammered Bertie. Then, frankly, as the idea occurred to him, "Because I never thought of it."
Mr. Bankes laughed. His constant tendency to laughter, with or without apparent reason, seemed to be his not least remarkable characteristic.
"Now you have thought of it, why don"t you run away?"
Bailey turned the matter over in his mind.
"Why should I?"
His friends looked at each other, thinking the conversation just a trifle queer.
"Why ever should he run away?" asked Griffin.
"And wherever would he run to?" added Wheeler.
d.i.c.k Ellis said nothing, but possibly he thought the more. Mr. Bankes directed his reply directly at Bailey.
"I"ll tell you why you ought to run away; because that"s the shortest cut into a world into which you will never get by any other road. I"ll tell you where you ought to run to, out of this little fleabite of an island, into the lands of golden dreams and golden possibilities, my lad; where men at night lay themselves down poor, and in the morning rise up rich."
Mr. Bankes, warming with his theme, began to gesticulate and stamp about the room, the boys following him with all their eyes.
"I hate your huggermuggering existence; why should a lad of parts huggermugger all his life away? When I saw you stand up to that great lout, I said to myself, "That lad has grit; he"s just the very spit of what I was when I was just his age; he"s too good to be left to muddle in this old worn-out country, to waste his time with books and sums and trash." I said to myself, "I"ll lend him a helping hand," and so I will. I"ll show you the road, if I do nothing else; and if you don"t choose to take it, it"s yourself"s to blame, not me.
"When I was out in Colorado, at Denver City, there was a boy came along, just about your age; he came along from away down East. He was English; he"d got himself stowed away, and he"d made his way to the promised land. He took a spade one day, and he marked out a claim, and that boy he worked it, he did, and it turned up trumps; there wasn"t any dirt to dig, because pretty nearly all that his spade turned up was virgin silver. He sold that claim for 10,000 dollars, money down, and he went on and prospered. That boy is now a man; he owns, I daresay, half a dozen silver mines, and he"s so rich,--ah, he"s so rich he doesn"t know how rich he is. Now why shouldn"t you have been that boy?"
Mr. Bankes paused for a reply, but his listeners furnished none.
Griffin was on the point of suggesting that Bailey was not that boy because he wasn"t; but he refrained, thinking that perhaps that was not quite the sort of answer that was wanted.
"I knew another boy when I was going up from the coast to Kimberley, Griqualand West. Do you boys know where that is?"
This sudden plunge into geographical examination took his guests aback; they did not know where Griqualand West was; perhaps they had been equally misty as to the whereabouts of Denver City, Colorado.
"It"s in South Africa. Ah, that"s the way to learn geography, to travel about and see the places,--pitch your books into the fire!"
"And is the other place in South Africa?" queried Griffin.
Mr. Bankes gave him a look the like of which he had never received from Mr. Fletcher; a look of thunder, as though he would have liked to pick him up, then and there, and pitch him after the books into the fire.
"Denver City, Colorado, in South Africa?" he roared. "Why, you leather-headed noodle, where were you at school? If I were the man who taught you, I"d flog you from here to Dublin with a cat-o"-nine-tails, rather than I"d let you expose your ignorance like that!"
The sudden advent among them of an explosive bomb might have created a little more astonishment than this speech, but not much. Griffin felt that he had better abstain from questioning, and let his host run on.