"Please, sir, I want the key of the lavatory. I want to see the doctor.
I"m indisposed," said Wildney again, in a tone of such disciplined suavity, that the others shook with laughing.
Mr Harley opened the door about an inch, and peered out suspiciously.
"Oh, well, you must go and awake Mr Rose. I don"t happen to have the key to-night." And so saying, he shut the door.
"Phew! Here"s a go!" said Wildney, recovering immediately. "It"ll never do to awake old Rose. He"d smell a rat in no time."
"I have it," said Pietrie. "I"ve got an old nail, with which I believe I can open the lock quite simply. Let"s try."
"Quietly and quick, then," said Eric.
In ten minutes he had silently shot back the lock with the old nail, and the boys were on the landing.
They carried their shoes in their hands, ran noiselessly down stairs, and went to the same window at which Eric and Wildney had got out before. Wildney had taken care beforehand to break the pane and move away the gla.s.s, so they had only to loosen the bar and slip through one by one.
It was cold and very dark, and as on the March morning they stood out in the playground, all four would rather have been safely and harmlessly in bed. But the novelty and the excitement of the enterprise bore them up, and they started off quickly for the house at which Mr Gordon and his pupils lived, which was about half a mile from the school. They went arm in arm to a.s.sure each other a little, for at first in their fright they were inclined to take every post and tree for a man in ambush, and to hear a recalling voice in every sound of cold wind and murmuring wave.
Not far from Mr Gordon"s was a carpenter"s shop, and outside of this there was generally a ladder standing. They had arranged to carry this ladder with them (as it was only a short one), climb the low garden-wall with it, and then place it against the house, immediately under the dovecot which hung by the first-story windows. Wildney, as the lightest of the four, was to take the birds, while the others held the ladder.
Slanting it so that it should be as far from the side of the window as possible, Wildney ascended and thrust both hands into the cot. He succeeded in seizing a pigeon with each hand, but in doing so threw the other birds into a state of such alarm that they fluttered about in the wildest manner, and the moment his hands were withdrawn, flew out with a great flapping of hurried wings.
The noise they made alarmed the plunderer, and he hurried down the ladder as fast as he could. He handed the pigeons to the others, who instantly wrung their necks.
"I"m nearly sure I heard somebody stir," said Wildney; "we haven"t been half quiet enough. Here! let"s crouch down in this corner."
All four shrank up as close to the wall as they could, and held their breath. Someone was certainly stirring, and at last they heard the window open.
A head was thrust out, and Mr Gordon"s voice asked sternly--
"Who"s there?"
He seemed at once to have caught sight of the ladder, and made an endeavour to reach it; but though he stretched out his arm at full length he could not manage to do so.
"We must cut for it," said Eric; "it"s quite too dark for him to see who we are, or even to notice that we are boys."
They moved the ladder to the wall, and sprang over, one after the other, as fast as they could. Eric was last, and just as he got on the top of the wall he heard the back door open, and some one run out into the yard.
"Run for your lives," said Eric hurriedly; "it"s Gordon, and he"s raising the alarm."
They heard footsteps following them, and an occasional shout of "Thieves! thieves!"
"We must separate and run different ways, or we"ve no chance of escape.
We"d better turn towards the town to put them off the right scent," said Eric again.
"Don"t leave me," pleaded Wildney; "you know I can"t run very fast."
"No, Charlie, I won"t," and grasping his hand, Eric hurried him over the stile and through the fields as fast as he could, while Pietrie and Graham took the opposite direction.
Some one (they did not know who it was, but suspected it to be Mr Gordon"s servant-man) was running after them, and they could distinctly hear his footsteps, which seemed to be half a field distant. He carried a light and they heard him panting. They were themselves tired, and in the utmost trepidation; the usually courageous Wildney was trembling all over, and his fear communicated itself to Eric. Horrible visions of a trial for burglary, imprisonment in the castle jail, and perhaps transportation, presented themselves to their excited imaginations, as the sound of the footsteps came nearer and nearer; "I can"t run any farther, Eric," said Wildney. "What shall we do? don"t leave me, for Heaven"s sake."
"Not I, Charlie. We must hide the minute we get t"other side of this hedge."
They scrambled over the gate, and plunged into the thickest part of a plantation close by, lying down on the ground behind some bushes, and keeping as still as they possibly could, taking care to cover over their white collars.
The pursuer reached the gate, and no longer hearing footsteps in front of him, he paused. He went a little distance up the hedge on both sides, and held up his light, but did not detect the cowering boys, and at last giving up the search in despair, went slowly home. They heard him plodding back over the field, and it was not until the sound of his footsteps had died away, that Eric cautiously broke cover, and looked over the hedge. He saw the man"s light gradually getting more distant, and said, "All right now, Charlie. We must make the best of our way home."
"Are you sure he"s gone?" said Wildney, who had not yet recovered from his fright.
"Quite; come along. I only hope Pietrie and Graham ain"t caught."
They got back about half-past four, and climbed in unheard and undetected through the window pane. They then stole upstairs with beating hearts, and sate in Eric"s room to wait for the other two. To their great relief they heard them enter the lavatory about ten minutes after.
"Were you twigged?" asked Wildney eagerly.
"No," said Graham; precious near it though. Old Gordon and some men were after us, but at last we doubled rather neatly, and escaped them.
It"s all serene, and we shan"t be caught. But it"s a precious long time before I run such a risk again for a brace of rubbishing pigeons.
"Well, we"d best to bed now," said Eric; "and to my thinking, we should be wise to keep a quiet tongue in our heads about this affair."
"Yes, we had better tell _no one_." They agreed, and went off to bed again. So, next morning, they all four got up quite as if nothing had happened, and made no allusion to the preceding night, although they could not help chuckling inwardly a little when the Gordonites came to morning school, brimful of a story about their house having been attacked in the night by thieves, who after bagging some pigeons, had been chevied by Gordon and the servants. Wildney professed immense interest in the incident, and asked many questions, which showed that there was not a shadow of suspicion in any one"s mind as to the real culprits.
Carter, the school-servant, didn"t seem to have noticed that the lavatory door was unlocked, and Mr Harley never alluded again to his disturbance in the night. So the theft of the pigeons remained undiscovered, and remains so till this day. If any old Roslyn boy reads this veracious history, he will doubtless be astounded to hear that the burglars on that memorable night were Eric, Pietrie, Graham, and Wildney.
VOLUME TWO, CHAPTER EIGHT.
SOWING THE WIND.
Praepediuntur Crura vacillanti, tardescit lingua, madet mens, Nant oculi.
_Lucretius_, Three, 417.
Next evening when preparation began, Pietrie and Graham got everything ready for the carouse in their cla.s.sroom. Wildney, relying on the chance of names not being called over (which was only done in case any one"s absence was observed), had absented himself altogether from the boarders" room, and helped busily to spread the table for the banquet.
The cook had roasted for them the fowls and pigeons, and Billy had brought an ample supply of beer and some brandy for the occasion. A little before eight o"clock everything was ready, and Eric, Attlay, and Llewellyn were summoned to join the rest.
The fowls, pigeons, and beer had soon vanished, and the boys were in the highest spirits. Eric"s reckless gaiety was kindled by Wildney"s frolicsome vivacity and Graham"s sparkling wit; they were all six in a roar of perpetual laughter at some fresh sally of fun elicited by the more phlegmatic natures of Attlay or Llewellyn, and the dainties of Wildney"s parcel were accompanied by draughts of brandy and water, which were sometimes exchanged for potations of the raw liquor. It was not the first time, be it remembered, that the members of that young party had been present at similar scenes, and even the scoundrel Billy was astonished, and occasionally alarmed, at the quant.i.ties of spirits and other inebriating drinks that of late had found their way to the studies. The disgraceful and deadly habit of tippling had already told physically on both Eric and Wildney. The former felt painfully that he was losing his clear-headedness, and that his intellectual tastes were getting not only blunted but destroyed; and while he perceived in himself the terrible effects of his sinful indulgence, he saw them still more indisputably in the gradual coa.r.s.eness which seemed to be spreading, like a grey lichen, over the countenance, the mind, and the manners of his younger companion. Sometimes the vision of a Nemesis breaking in fire out of his darkened future, terrified his guilty conscience in the watches of the night; and the conviction of some fearful Erinnys, some discovery dawning out of the night of his undetected sins, made his heart beat fast with agony and fear. But he fancied it too late to repent. He strangled the half-formed resolutions as they rose, and trusted to the time when, by leaving school, he should escape, as he idly supposed, the temptations to which he had yielded.
Meanwhile, the friends who would have rescued him had been alienated by his follies, and the principles which might have preserved him had been eradicated by his guilt. He had long flung away the shield of prayer and the helmet of holiness, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of G.o.d; and now, unarmed and helpless, Eric stood alone, a mark for the fiery arrows of his enemies, while, through the weakened inlet of every corrupted sense, temptation rushed in upon him perpetually and unawares.
As the cla.s.sroom they had selected was in a remote part of the building, there was little immediate chance of detection. So the laughter of the party grew louder and sillier; the talk more foolish and random; the merriment more noisy and meaningless. But still most of them mingled some sense of caution with their enjoyment, and warned Eric and Wildney more than once that they must look out, and not take too much that night for fear of being caught. But it was Wildney"s birthday, and Eric"s boyish mirth, suppressed by his recent troubles, was blazing out unrestrained. In the riot of their feasting the caution had been utterly neglected, and the two boys were far from being sober when the sound of the prayer-bell ringing through the great hall startled them into momentary consciousness.
"Good heavens!" shouted Graham, springing up; "there"s the prayer-bell; I"d no notion it was so late. Here, let"s shove these brandy bottles and things into the cupboards and drawers, and then we must run down."
There was no time to lose. The least muddled of the party had cleared the room in a moment, and then addressed themselves to the more difficult task of trying to quiet Eric and Wildney, and conduct them steadily into the prayer-room.
Wildney"s seat was near the door, so there was little difficulty in getting him to his place comparatively un.o.bserved. Llewellyn took him by the arm, and after a little stumbling helped him safely to his seat, where he a.s.sumed a look of preternatural gravity. But Eric sat near the head of the first table, not far from Dr Rowlands"s desk, and none of the others had to go to that part of the room. Graham grasped his arm tight, led him carefully down stairs, and, as they were reaching the door, said to him, in a most earnest and imploring tone--
"Do try and walk sensibly to your place, Eric, or we shall all be caught."