"Pooh! pooh! now you shan"t get sentimental again. As if you wern"t fifty times better than me every way. I"m sure I don"t know how I shall ever love you enough, Eric," he added more seriously, "for all your kindness to me."
"I"m so glad you"re going to play, though," said Graham; "and so will everybody be; and I"m certain it"ll be good for you. The game will divert your thoughts."
So that afternoon Eric, for the first time since Verny"s death, played with the first eleven, of which he had been captain. The school cheered him vigorously as he appeared again on the field, and the sound lighted up his countenance with some gleam of its old joyousness. When one looked at him that day with his straw hat on and its neat light-blue ribbon, and the cricket dress (a pink jersey and leather belt, with a silver clasp in front), showing off his well-built and graceful figure, one little thought what an agony was gnawing like a serpent at his heart. But that day, poor boy, in the excitement of the game he half forgot it himself, and more and more as the game went on.
The other side, headed by Montagu, went in first, and Eric caught out two, and bowled several. Montagu was the only one who stayed in long, and when at last Eric sent his middle wicket flying with a magnificent ball, the shouts of "well bowled! well bowled _indeed_," were universal.
"Just listen to that, Eric," said Montagu; "why, you"re out-doing every body to-day, yourself included, and taking us by storm."
"Wait till you see me come out for a duck," said Eric laughing.
"Not you. You"re too much in luck to come out with a duck," answered Montagu. "You see I"ve already become the Homer of your triumphs, and vaticinate in rhyme."
And now it was Eric"s turn to go in. It was long since he had stood before the wicket, but now he was there, looking like a beautiful picture as the sunlight streamed over him, and made his fair hair shine like gold. In the triumph of success his sorrows were flung to the winds, and his blue eyes sparkled with interest and joy.
He contented himself with blocking Duncan"s b.a.l.l.s until his eye was in; but then, acquiring confidence, he sent them flying right and left. His score rapidly mounted, and there seemed no chance of getting him out, so that there was every probability of his carrying out his bat.
"Oh, _well_ hit! _well_ hit! A three"r for Eric," cried Wildney to the scorer; and he began to clap his hands and dance about with excitement at his friend"s success.
"Oh, well hit! well hit in--deed!" shouted all the lookers on, as Eric caught the next ball half-volley, and sent it whizzing over the hedge, getting a sixer by the hit.
At the next ball they heard a great crack, and he got no run, for the handle of his bat broke right off.
"How unlucky!" he said, flinging down the handle with vexation. "I believe this was our best bat."
"Oh, never mind," said Montagu; "we can soon get another; we"ve got lots of money in the box."
What had come over Eric? if there had been a sudden breath of poison in the atmosphere he could hardly have been more affected than he was by Montagu"s simple remark. Montagu could not help noticing it, but at the time merely attributed it to some unknown gust of feeling, and made no comment. But Eric, hastily borrowing another bat, took his place again quite tamely; he was trembling, and at the very next ball, he spooned a miserable catch into Graham"s hand, and the shout of triumph from the other side proclaimed that his innings was over.
He walked dejectedly to the pavilion for his coat, and the boys, who were seated in crowds about it, received him, of course, after his brilliant score, with loud and continued plaudits. But the light had died away from his face and figure, and he never raised his eyes from the ground.
"Modest Eric!" said Wildney chaffingly, "you don"t acknowledge your honors."
Eric dropped his bat in the corner, put his coat across his arm, and walked away. As he pa.s.sed Wildney, he stooped down and whispered again in a low voice--
""The curse has come upon me, cried The Lady of Shallott.""
"Hush, Eric, nonsense," whispered Wildney; "you"re not going away," he continued aloud, as Eric turned towards the school. "Why, there are only two more to go in!"
"Yes, thank you, I must go."
"Oh, then, I"ll come too."
Wildney at once joined his friend. "There"s nothing more the matter, is there?" he asked anxiously, when they were out of hearing of the rest.
"G.o.d only knows."
"Well, let"s change the subject. You"ve being playing brilliantly, old fellow."
"Have I?"
"I should just think so, only you got out in rather a stupid way."
"Ah well! it matters very little."
Just at this moment one of the servants handed Eric a kind note from Mrs. Rowlands, with whom he was a very great favorite, asking him to tea that night. He was not very surprised, for he had been several times lately, and the sweet womanly kindness which she always showed him caused him the greatest pleasure. Besides, she had known his mother.
"Upon my word, honors _are_ being showered on you!" said Wildney. "First to get _the_ score of the season at cricket, and bowl out about half the other side, and then go to tea with the head-master. Upon my word! Why any of us poor wretches would give our two ears for such distinctions.
Talk of curse indeed! Fiddlestick end!"
But Eric"s sorrow lay too deep for chaff, and only answering with a sigh, he went to dress for tea.
Just before tea-time Duncan, and Montagu strolled in together. "How splendidly Eric played," said Duncan.
"Yes, indeed. I"m so glad. By the bye, I must see about getting a new bat. I don"t know exactly how much money we"ve got, but I know there"s plenty. Let"s come and see."
They entered his study, and he looked about everywhere for the key.
"Hallo," he said, "I"m nearly sure I left it in the corner of this drawer, under some other things; but it isn"t there now. What can have become of it?"
"Where"s the box?" said Duncan; "let"s see if any of my keys will fit it. Hallo! why _you"re_ a nice treasurer, Monty! here"s the key _in_ the box!"
"No, is it though?" asked Montagu, looking serious. "Here, give it me; I hope n.o.body"s been meddling with it."
He opened it quickly, and stood in dumb and blank amazement to see it empty.
"Phew-w-w-w!" Montagu gave a long whistle.
"By Jove!" was Duncan"s only comment.
The boys looked at each other, but neither dared to express what was in his thoughts.
"A bad, bad business! what"s to be done, Monty?"
"I"ll rush straight down to tea, and ask the fellows about it. Would you mind requesting Rose not to come in for five minutes? Tell him there"s a row."
He ran down stairs hastily and entered the tea-room, where the boys were talking in high spirits about the match, and liberally praising Eric"s play.
"I"ve got something unpleasant to say," he announced, raising his voice.
"Hush! hush! hush! what"s the row?" asked half a dozen at once.
"The whole of the cricket money, some six pounds at least, has vanished from the box in my study!"
For an instant the whole room was silent; Wildney and Graham interchanged anxious glances.
"Does any fellow know anything about this?"
All, or most, had a vague suspicion, but no one spoke.