"Nonsense!" said d.i.c.k Little; "n.o.body ever refuses asparagus at Bungem"s."
Asperge a la Bungem is a dish the memory of which every Oxford man cherishes to the end of his days.
Bindle weakened, and helped himself liberally, a circ.u.mstance which he soon regretted.
"How do I eat it?" he enquired of d.i.c.k Little in an anxious whisper.
"Watch me," replied Little.
The asparagus was tired and refused to preserve an erect position. Each stem seemed desirous of forming itself into an inverted "U." Little selected a particularly wilted stem and threw his head well back in the position of a man about to be shaved, and lowered the asparagus slowly into his mouth.
n.o.body took any particular notice of this, and Little had been very careful to take only two or three stems. To the horror of Graves, Bindle followed d.i.c.k Little"s lead.
"Funny sort o" stuff, Reggie, ain"t it?" said Bindle, resuming an upright position in order to select another stick. "Seems as if yer "ad to "ave somebody rubbin" yer while it goes down."
Never in the history of Bungem"s had the famous asparagus been so neglected. Everybody was watching alternately Bindle and Graves. Bindle was enjoying himself; but on the face of Graves was painted an anguish so poignant that more than one man present pitied him his ordeal.
d.i.c.k Little"s mallet fell with a thump, and the attention of the guests became diverted from Graves to the chairman, amidst cries of "Chair," "Order," "Shame," and "Chuck him out."
"Gentlemen-a mere euphemism, I confess," began d.i.c.k Little; "men of St. Joseph"s never propose the toast of the King; that is a toast that we all drink silently and without reminder. The toast of the evening is naturally that of the health and happiness of the guest of the evening, Mr. Josiah Williams of Moonagoona-a man, need I say more?"
There were loud cheers, in which Bindle joined.
In proposing the toast of the evening, d.i.c.k Little dwelt upon the distinction conferred upon Oxford in general and St. Joseph"s in particular by Reginald Graves in selecting it from out of the myriad other universities and colleges. He touched lightly upon the love Graves had inspired in the hearts of his contemporaries; but never greater than when he had generously decided to share with them his uncle.
"This uncle," he continued, "has raised mutton and a nephew, and it is difficult to decide which of the two the men of St. Joseph"s love the more: Josiah"s mutton, or Josiah"s nephew.
"Gentlemen, fellow-wanderers along the paths of knowledge, I give you the toast, Mr. Josiah Williams of Moonagoona, and with that toast I crave your permission to a.s.sociate all his bleating sheep."
The whole a.s.sembly sprang to its feet, cheering wildly, among the others Bindle, who drank his own health with gusto and enthusiasm.
The shouts that greeted Bindle when he rose to respond to the toast created a record even for Bungem"s. Bindle gazed round him imperturbably, as if the making of a speech were to him an everyday matter.
In his right hand he held a cigar, and three fingers of his left hand rested lightly upon the edge of the table. When the din had subsided he began.
"Gentlemen, I never knew "ow fortunate I was until now. I been raisin" sheep and "ell in Moonagoona for years, forgettin" all about this "ere little cherub," Bindle indicated Graves with a wave of his hand, "and all the jolly times I might "ave "ad through "im. Moonagoona ain"t exactly a paradise, it"s too "ot for that; still, if any of yer ever manages to find yer way there you"ll be lucky, and you"ll be luckier still if yer finds yours truly there at the same time. No; I done raisin" "ell an" mutton, bein" too old for one an" too tired for the other.
"When I decided to "ave a nephew I prayed "ard for a good "un, an" they sent me this little chap." Bindle patted Reggie"s head affectionately amidst resounding cheers. ""E ain"t much to look at," continued Bindle, with a grin, ""e ain"t the beauty "is uncle was at "is age; still, "e seems to "ave a rare lot o" pals."
More eyes were watching Graves than Bindle. His face was very white and set, and he strove to smile; but it was a sickly effort. His immediate neighbours noticed that his gla.s.s, which those around him were careful to keep filled, was raised frequently to his lips. From time to time he looked round him like a hunted animal who seeks but fails to find some avenue of escape.
""E was always a good boy to "is mother, my sister Polly, an" now "e"s a gentleman, "im wot once took round oil an" sausages for "is father when "e kep" a general shop.
"Everyone," proceeded Bindle, referring to a sc.r.a.p of paper he held, ""as heard o" Tom Graves, grocer, of 60 "Igh Street, Bingley. "E don"t mix sand with "is sugar and sell it at threepence a pound, not "im; "e mixes it wi" the tea at one-an"-eight a pound. There ain"t no flies on old Tom.
""Is mother, when she was in service, "fore she married Tom, "ad a face almost as pretty as Reggie"s." Bindle placed his hand beneath Graves"s chin and elevated his flushed face and gazed down into his nephew"s watery eyes.
Graves half rose from his seat, an ugly look on his face, but someone dragged him down again. He looked round the room with unseeing eyes, making vain endeavours to moisten his lips. Once or twice he seemed determined to get up and go, but Guggers" brawny arm was always there to restrain him. There was nothing for it but to sit and listen.
"Now, gentlemen," continued Bindle, "I mustn"t keep yer." (There were loud cries of "Go on," "The night is young," and similar encouragements.) "Although," continued Bindle, "I could tell yer things yer might like to know about "orses, beer, women, an" other things wot "urt." (Loud cries of "No!") "Well, wait till you"re married, then yer"ll see. As I was sayin", this is an "appy evenin".
"Lord, I seen things in Moonagoona," continued Bindle reminiscently, "that "ud make yer "air stand on end. There"s the Moonagoona linnet, big as an eagle, and you "ave to plug yer ears when it sings. Then there"s the Moonagoona beetle, wot"ll swallow a lamb "ole, an" then sit up an" beg for the mint-sauce.
"We got eels that big that yer wouldn"t believe it. We once caught a eel at Moonagoona, and it pulled an" pulled so, that "fore long we"d got the "ole bloomin" population on the end o" the rope. We "auled in miles of it, an" presently we see comin" along the river a crowd o" people; they was the in"abitants of Gumbacooe, the next town. They"d caught the other end o" the eel, wot "ad two "eads, an" we was a-"aulin" of "em as well as Mister Eel. Moonagoona"s the place to see things.
"I been very "appy this evenin"," proceeded Bindle, "so"s Reggie. No one would know yer was gents, yer behave so nicely." Bindle grinned broadly as he raised his gla.s.s. "Well, "ere"s to us, mates," he cried.
With a roar the company once more sprang to its feet and, a.s.sisted by bells, rattles, whistles, a tray, a phonograph which played "You Made Me Love You," combs and mouth-organs, sang in various keys, "For He"s a Jolly Good Fellow."
Bindle was at that moment the most popular man in Oxford. He was one of the greatest successes that Bungem"s had ever known. He was hoisted on brawny shoulders and borne in triumph round the room. In his hand he held a finger-bowl full of champagne, the contents of which slopped over the heads and persons of his bearers at every step.
"If only "Earty could see me now," he murmured happily. "These chaps "ud make a man of "Earty "fore "e knew it. Leggo my leg!" he yelled suddenly, as one enthusiast seized his right leg and strove to divert the procession from its course. "You funny "Uggins, you! Think I"m made o" rubber? Leggo!"
Too excited for mere words to penetrate to his brain, the youth continued to pull, and Bindle poured the rest of the champagne over his upturned face. With a yelp the youth released Bindle"s leg.
In the excitement that followed Bindle"s speech Graves saw his opportunity. Guggers" eye was momentarily off him and he slipped towards the door unnoticed. He had almost reached safety when Bindle, who was the first to observe the manoeuvre, uttered a yell.
"Stop "im! stop "im! "Ere, let me down," he shouted, and by pounding on the head of one of his bearers with the finger-bowl and with a kick that found the stomach of another, he disengaged himself.
Bindle"s cry had attracted general attention to Graves, but too late to stop him. With a bound he reached the door and tore down the stairs.
"After him, you chaps," cried Guggers, and with yells and cries ranging from "Tally-ho!" to the "Bushmen"s war-cry" the whole company streamed out of Bungem"s and tore down "the High" in hot pursuit.
That night those who were late out beheld the strange sight of a white-faced man in evening-dress running apparently for his life, pursued by a pack of some two hundred other men similarly garbed and uttering the most horrible shouts and threats. Windows were thrown up and heads thrust out, and all wondered what could be the meaning of what the oldest, and consequently longest-suffering, townsman subsequently described as defying even his recollection.
Late that night the porter at St. Joseph"s was aroused by a furious ringing of the bell, accompanied by a tremendous pounding at the door. On the doorstep he found, to his astonishment, the dishevelled figure of Graves, sobbing for breath and sanctuary, and with terror in his eyes. In the distance he heard a terrible outcry, which next morning he was told was the Australian Bushmen"s war-cry.
IV
Bindle was awakened next morning by a continuous hammering at his bedroom door.
"Who the "oppin" robin are yer?" he shouted; "shut up and go "ome."
The door burst open, and Tom Little, Guggers, and Travers entered.
"Up you gug-gug-get," cried Guggers. "You must catch the 11.6."
"Look "ere, ole Spit and Speak, if you"re wantin" to get "urt you"re on the right road." Bindle grinned up at Guggers impudently. "I"m as tired as yer mother must be o" you."
"Up you get, you merry wight," cried Tom Little, laughing; "there"s the devil to pay."
"There always is, exceptin" sometimes it"s a woman," remarked Bindle, yawning. "Devils are cheaper, on the "ole. What"s the trouble?"
"The Master has invited you to lunch," broke in Travers, "and that a.s.s Gravy never told us."
"You must be recalled to town," said Tom Little, "or we shall all be sent down. Now up you get."