For answer he was in an instant whirled completely around on his two feet, and instead of his having any sort of a grasp on Ben, it was the visitor who held his coat collar in a woollen-gloved hand in such a way that it didn"t seem as if Grayson were ever to be free again.
"Now tell everything you know! I can"t wait! Be quick about it!"
It was the same face he had shown to Jane, and, just as she had done, Grayson made all possible haste to answer, "Oh, I will, I will!" the other boys in their astonishment staring silently at the two.
"Pip couldn"t be found. He slept in the north wing, but he"d run into another boy"s room, so King lost time, and if he hadn"t screeched,--Pip, I mean,--why, he never would have got out. And there King--oh, well, he crawled under the bed,--Pip, I mean, nasty little beggar,--and there King found him, and dragged him out. He told us all about it,--Pip, I mean,--and King slung him on his back, and by that time it was no use to try for the stairs; the flames were roaring up like mad, so King tried for the roof of the "Lab." Had to go through Toddy"s room, and jumped out of one of the windows. And he made it.--Oh, don"t hang on to a fellow so!--And there we saw him, and the firemen got a ladder up, and, oh--" Here Grayson gave out and actually blubbered.
Ben looked around for some one to take up the tale. And the tall, dark-haired boy they had called "Tim," now seeing his opportunity, pushed up.
"It"s better you should have the whole," he said; "without a bit of warning we saw the roof overhanging the "Lab"--laboratory, of course, I mean--waver, and then fall, and we screamed to King to look out; it wouldn"t have done any good if he had heard, for the chimney toppled, and some bricks knocked him over, and then he saw it coming and kept Pip underneath."
Ben"s hand had fallen from the jacket collar to his side, and he didn"t seem to breathe.
"You are to come. Mr. King wants you." Somebody reached through the crowd of boys, and drew him off and away.
VIII
"ANY ONE WHO WANTS TO PLEASE JASPER," SAID BEN, "HAD BETTER TAKE UP THIS CHAP"
And the first thing Ben knew, he was being hurried over the stairs and into Master Presbrey"s big library. There stood Grandpapa, and, wonder of wonders, with a smile on his face!
"You are to see Jasper," said the old gentleman, briefly.
Ben staggered back, it was all so sudden, and stared up at the one the boys had called "Dr. Smith" standing near.
"Yes," said the gentleman, "he has asked for you." And without further ado Ben was piloted into the back room, and there, looking eagerly toward the door, was Jasper in the big bed and propped up with pillows.
"Halloo!" It was all either of them said at first; then Ben, with a lump in his throat, leaned over and grasped the fingers on the coverlet.
"You see I"m all right," said Jasper, his eyes roving affectionately all over Ben"s square figure.
"Yes," nodded Ben.
"But it was good, though, to see Father and you." And Jasper"s dark eyes beamed; then a wave of pain swept its trail over his face. And the doctor, seeing that, unceremoniously bundled Ben out of the room, and back to old Mr. King again.
But the next day, oh, that was joy! for Ben was not only let in again, but allowed to stay a good half-hour. And this time he found his tongue, for Dr. Smith said a little cheery talking was just the thing. So the budget of home news was undone, and Ben regaled Jasper, who hungrily took in every word.
"It"s a shame I spoiled all the Christmas," murmured Jasper, his face in the pillow, his thoughts flying back to Polly and the others, busy with the preparations for that gay festival.
"Oh, that"s no matter," said Ben, cheerily, "and perhaps you"ll be able to come home soon, and we"ll have it then."
"But it won"t be Christmas," said Jasper, dejectedly.
"Well, but we can call it Christmas," said Ben, "so that"ll be just as good." Then, for want of something else to say, he began on Mrs. Van Ruypen buying all sorts of things for poor people, of course with never a word of himself mixed up in it.
"Now isn"t that fine?" cried Jasper, taken for the moment off from the loss of Christmas to the family, and bringing his face into view again.
"Yes," said Ben, "it is," and he went on so fast that Polly herself couldn"t have told it better, Dr. Smith smiling to himself in satisfaction at the experiment of letting Ben in.
"Well, now, boys," he said at last, coming up to the bed, "time is up.
But you can come in, maybe, this afternoon," to Ben.
"Oh, let him stay now!" begged Jasper.
"Can"t," said the doctor, laconically. And off Ben went again. And this time he, too, smiled. And the first person he ran up against was a small boy, his hands full of little wads of paper bundles, crammed tightly together in his nervous fists.
[Ill.u.s.tration: AND THE FIRST PERSON HE RAN UP AGAINST WAS A SMALL BOY, HIS HANDS FULL OF LITTLE WADS OF PAPER BUNDLES.]
"They"re for him," said the small boy, emptying the fistful into Ben"s hands, who involuntarily thrust his out, as it seemed to be expected of him.
"For whom?" asked Ben, in astonishment.
"Why, for him," said the boy, pointing with a set of sticky fingers he first put into his mouth, off toward Jasper"s room. "Of course; hurry and give "em to him before the doctor sees. It"s candy." He couldn"t repress his longing as his eyes now fell on the wads in Ben"s hands. "I got "em down town. Hurry up!" and his little face, pasty-colored and sharp, scowled at the delay.
"If you mean I"m to give these to Jasper," said Ben, holding the little packets toward the small figure, "I can"t do any such thing; the doctor wouldn"t like it."
"You are a "fraid cat," said the boy, contemptuously; "but he won"t hurt you, "cause you"re a stranger, so hurry up!" and he laid his sticky fingers on Ben"s arm.
"But don"t you understand that these things will hurt Jasper?" said Ben, kindly, into the scowling little face.
"Hoh! I guess not," said the boy, with another longing look at the little packets; "they"ll make him well, do take "em to him. O dear!" and his thin lips trembled, his sticky little fingers flew up to his eyes, and he turned his face to the wall.
"Now, I guess you"re Pip," said Ben, hustling the little wads all into one hand, and putting the other on the small shoulder.
"Yes, I am," snivelled Pip, flattening his face against the wall, "and all the boys hate me, and say I"ve killed King, and--O dear!" he whined.
"Well, now, you just see here," Ben turned the little figure swiftly around; "no more of that."
It was so sudden that Pip released one pale eye from his sticky fingers to peer up at the big boy, and he stopped snivelling in amazement.
"The worst thing you can do for Jasper King is to carry on like this,"
said Ben, firmly. "Come, now, wipe your eyes," which Pip at once proceeded to do on his jacket sleeve, "and take your candy," and Ben dropped the little packets of sweets back into their owner"s hands.
"I"ll tell Jasper all you wanted to do for him; it was nice of you." Ben was astounded to find how fast he was getting on in conversation. Really he hadn"t supposed he could talk so much till he got this Pip on his hands. Meantime, his grasp still on the small shoulder, he was marching him off, and downstairs, and across the school yard, not exactly knowing what in the world to do with him after all.
"Great Scott! If that Pepper boy hasn"t got Pip!" A dozen heads, their owners just released from recitation, were thrust up to the windows of a cla.s.s room. Meantime Pip, in the familiar borders of the school yard, and remembering everything again with a rush, began to snivel once more, so that Ben was at his wits" end, and seeing a boy a good deal bigger than his companion coming down the long path, he hailed him unceremoniously.
"See here, can"t you do something for him?" Ben bobbed his head down at the cowering shoulders. "Can"t you play ball with him?" He said the first thing that came into his head.
"You must excuse me," said the boy, with an aristocratic air, and, not knowing Ben in the least, he looked him all over contemptuously. "King was my great friend. I don"t know this little cad at all, nor you either," and he walked on.
Pip"s head slunk down deeper yet between his shoulders at that, and he snivelled worse than ever.
"Come along, I"ll play with you myself," said Ben. "Got a ball, Pip?"
"Ye-es," said Pip, between a snivel and a gasp, "but the fellows wo-on"t let you play with me. O dear, boo-hoo-hoo!"