"That"s absolute blazing idiocy!" said Todd, knocking over more chessmen in his astonishment.
"All right, Gus. To talk absolute blazing idiocy is my usual habit, of course. They may carry off the final even, but that, perhaps, is a tall order."
Todd nursed his astonishment for a full five minutes, whistling occasionally, as at some very fantastic idea. At last he said more seriously: "Aren"t you now, Jim, really pulling my leg?"
"No, honour bright! Biffen"s are really eye-openers."
Gus said with infinite slyness: "Look here, I"ll bet you evens Biffen"s _don"t_ pull off the final."
"Oh, that is rot, Gus, to talk about betting, for you can"t pay if you lose."
Gus had not too much sensitiveness in his character, but this unmeant insult stung him.
"You"ve no right to say that. I"ve paid all I"ve ever betted with you."
Cotton considered heavily in his own mind for a moment. "That is almost true, but--"
"Well, what do you mean--" began Todd, in a paddy.
"All right," said Cotton; "shut up, confound you! I"ll take you."
"Three quid Biffen"s are not c.o.c.k-house at "footer.""
"Done," said Cotton, unwillingly pulling out his note-book; "and straight, Todd, I shall expect you to pay if you lose."
"Oh, shut up, Cotton, you cad! I shall pay if I lose, man. What do you want to keep on insulting me like that for?"
"Steady, Gus. You"ll have Taylor up if you howl like that. I meant nothing."
"Nothing!" said Gus in a fury, seeking for something particularly sweet to say to his patron. "I jolly well hope, then, that if our house should meet "em in the rounds you will do your little best to put a stopper on their career. Don"t, for the sake of pulling off your bet, present "em with a few goals. You "keep" for our house, you know."
"Oh, dash it all, Todd," said Cotton, in a white rage, "you are a bounder!
Think I"d sell my side?" he demanded furiously.
"Ah!" said Gus, delighted at having got through Cotton"s skin. "You don"t stomach insults any more than I do. Then why do you ladle them out so jolly freely to me?"
"That was a particularly low one," said Cotton angrily; "and anyway, you avaricious beggar, you"ve got thundering good terms, for it is hardly likely that Biffen"s can really be c.o.c.k-house. There"s Corker"s house, with Bourne and Hodgson and a few more good men. You"re a sight more likely to see my three sovs, that I am yours."
"I hope so," said Gus, with some relief at the antic.i.p.ation of this pleasant prospect.
Then the anger of the two simmered down, each having given and received some very choice compliments, and as these little breezes were usual between the two, ten minutes afterwards they were amiably entertaining each other. Cotton was putting up a pair of dumb-bells three hundred times, and his crony was counting and criticising his form. The Perry Exhibition did not enter Todd"s head, but his bet--"such a gilt-edged one," he chuckled--was never once out of it. And Todd"s bet had some momentous consequences for him, too.
CHAPTER VI
THE LAST CAP
While Acton was thus making such strenuous exertions to lift Biffen"s out of the mire, Bourne was finding out the whole unpainted beauty of the situation--as far as it concerned himself.
The experimental footer elevens were chosen in what, I believe, is the usual manner. The old members of the school eleven formed a committee, and chose fellows to play in the weekly matches, and if any one of them showed special talent he was, of course, retained, and by-and-by the captain gave him his school cap, and he was henceforth a full-blown member of the eleven, with a seat on the committee like any of the old gang.
There were left of the last year"s team five players--Bourne, Mivart, Vercoe, Baines, and Roberts. The final promotion of fellows into the eleven, however, rested with the captain alone, and when he considered any fellow good enough he signified the same by presenting him with the blue and silver cap of St. Amory.
The giving away of a cap had become quite a function. Whenever there was the rumour that some one was to have a cap after a match, pretty well the whole school swarmed round the pavilion, and when the new member came out in all the glory of his new blue and silver he got the cheers which his play or popularity deserved, and especially did the new member"s house distinguish themselves in the shouting.
Thus Bourne had six caps at his disposal, and since "Socker" had been introduced, the last cap was always given so that when the school played the last match--the Carthusians--the eleven would be complete.
Bourne saw at once the cloud which was rising on the horizon when, at the first committee meeting to choose the eleven against "The Cognoscenti"
Mivart said, "Well, Bourne, we"ve got your partner for to-morrow ready made. I think we may put that new chap Acton down right off."
"Rather," said Vercoe. "He can"t be left out."
"Best back we"ve seen for an age-barring Phil, of course," said Baines.
"And the others we"ll have to fight over, as usual. My choice is Hodgson for centre."
"Too lazy, Roberts. Mine is Chalmers."
"Rot! He"s a winger."
And so the selection of an eleven against the Cognoscenti went on in the usual old-fashioned style.
Bourne dropped into my study afterwards and said, gloomily; "On the whole, Carr, had I not better tell the fellows that they may elect Acton for our school fixtures, but he cannot have his cap? That will take the bull by the horns from the beginning."
"By no means. The other fellows have nothing whatever to do with giving caps away; that is your business entirely. Besides, who knows? Acton may not care to play when he knows he cannot get his cap."
"I"d be agreeably surprised if he didn"t. But that won"t be his little game. Take my word for it, he"ll turn out on every blessed occasion, play like a master of the game, and give us no end of trouble."
"Perhaps he may. Anyhow, something may turn up between now and the last match--we"ll hope so, anyhow; and until the last cap is given away the fellows generally won"t spot your little game."
""Tis only putting off the evil day, Carr," said Phil, discontentedly.
"A good day to put off."
Thus, when Hodgson was given the first cap, there was the general comment that he was pretty sure to annex a cap sooner or later, and might as well have it soon. Acton"s turn--so said the school would come later, though Biffen"s house sneered. "Of course, Hodgson is in the Sixth. What else but a Sixth Form fellow is wanted in a footer eleven?"
Sharpe"s house secured the next two caps, and Biffen"s groaned aloud.
"Whatever is old Phil about? One might think he was blind in his right eye and straddled in his left. We"ll send him a pair of gig lamps, and then perhaps he may discover Acton--Acton, of Biffen"s."
The weeks went by, and after a spirited display by Chalmers against the Emeriti, he was given his cap, and for the first time since Biffen"s was a house they had a man in the eleven. But they gasped as Chalmers came out of the pavilion with his blue and silver cap on his curls. "That a.s.s Bourne found the house at last, and then he goes and carefully spots the wrong man. Whatever _is_ the matter with him? To pick Chalmers before Acton! Rot!"
Over tea that night Biffen"s bubbled and choked, and the other houses began to take a lively interest in the next distribution, for this constant pa.s.sing of Acton was becoming exciting. But still--and I was glad to see it--the school had faith in Phil; they counted on justice being done, as it were, in the last laps. No one mentioned a word to him about the intense curiosity and even anxiety that his odd bestowal of caps had excited amongst them, for Phil has that way with him that can shut up a fellow quicker than you can snap a knife if that fellow is travelling out of bounds.
However, when Place, of Merishall"s, came out of the pavilion a full-blown member of the school eleven there was a scene. The whole body of fellows now thought that the comedy was pretty nearly becoming a tragedy, and they showed their feelings unmistakably. Place was cheered by Merishall"s, but not overwhelmingly, and from the other houses there was an ominous silence. Place, as he trotted out, looked rather puzzled, and a bit undecided how to take his odd reception, and glanced rather helplessly round at the sea of faces all turned anxiously towards him. There would be pretty nearly seven hundred fellows round the pavilion, for there was no end of excitement.
"Keep up your p.e.c.k.e.r, Place! You"re all right, anyhow!" shouted some one.