"Because you cheeked me," replied the wolf.
"How? I didn"t mean to," replied the lamb.
"That"ll do. You"ve got to apologise."
"Apologise! What for?"
"Speaking to me at dinner-time."
The blood of the Heathcotes began to tingle.
"Suppose I don"t apologise?" asked he.
"You"ll be sorry for it."
"What will you do?"
"Lick you."
"Then," said Heathcote, mildly, "you"d better begin."
The youthful champion evidently was not prepared for this cordial invitation, and looked anything but pleased to hear it.
"Well, why don"t you begin?" said Heathcote, following up his advantage.
"Because," said the boy, looking rather uncomfortably around him, "I wouldn"t dirty my fingers on such a beast."
Now if Heathcote had been a man of the world he would have divined that the present was a rare opportunity for catching his b.u.mptious young friend by the ear, and making him carry out his threat then and there.
But, being a simple-minded new boy, unlearned in the ways of the world, he merely said "Pooh!" and walked on, leaving his a.s.sailant in possession of the field, calling out "coward!" and "sneak!" after him till he was out of sight.
He was rather sorry afterwards for his mistake, as it turned out he might have been much more profitably and pleasantly employed outside than in.
Aspinall, whom he had come to look after, was nowhere visible, and, feeling somewhat concerned for his safety, Heathcote ventured to enquire of a junior who was loafing about in the pa.s.sage, if he knew where the little new fellow was.
"In bed, of course," said the junior, "and I"d advise you not to let yourself be seen, unless you want to get in an awful row," added he solemnly.
"What about?" asked Heathcote.
"Why, not being in bed. My eye! it"ll be rather warm for you, I tell you, if any of the Fifth catch you."
"Why, it"s only half-past seven?"
"Well, and don"t you know the rule about new boys always having to be in bed by seven?" exclaimed the junior in tones of alarm.
"No. I don"t believe it is the rule," said Heathcote.
"All right," said the boy, "you needn"t believe it unless you like. But don"t say you weren"t told, that"s all," and he walked off, whistling.
Heathcote was perplexed. He suspected a practical joke in everything, and had this junior been a trifle less solemn, he would have had no doubt that this was one. As it was, he was sorry he had offended him, and lost the chance of making quite sure. d.i.c.k, he knew, was still out of doors, and he, it was certain, knew nothing about the rule.
But just then a Fifth-form fellow came along, and cut off the retreat.
He eyed the new boy critically as he advanced, and stopped in front of him.
"What"s your name?" he demanded.
"Heathcote."
"A new boy?"
"Yes."
"How is it you"re not in bed? Do you know the time?"
"Yes," said Heathcote, convinced now that the junior had been right, "but I didn"t know--that is--"
"Shut up and don"t tell lies," said the Fifth-form boy, severely. "Go to bed instantly, and write me out 200 lines of Virgil before breakfast to-morrow. I"ve a good mind to send your name up to Westover."
"I"m awfully sorry," began Heathcote; "no one told me--"
"I"ve told you; and if you don"t go at once Westover shall hear of it."
The dormitory, when he reached it, was deserted. Not even Aspinall was there; and for a moment Heathcote began again vaguely to suspect a plot.
From this delusion, he was, however, speedily relieved by the appearance of a boy, who followed him into the room, and demanded.
"Look here; what are you up to here?"
"I was--that is, I was told to go to bed," said Heathcote.
"Well, and if you were, what business have you got here? Go to your own den."
"This is where I slept last night," said Heathcote, pointing to the identical bed he had occupied.
"You did! Like your howling cheek."
"Where is my bed room then?" asked Heathcote.
"Why didn"t you ask the matron? I"m not going to f.a.g for you. There, in that second door; and take my advice, slip into bed as quick as you can, unless you want one of the Fifth to catch you, and give you a hundred lines."
Heathcote whipped up his night-gown and made precipitately for the door, finally convinced that he was in a fair way of getting into a row very early in his Templeton career.
The door opened into a little room about the size of a small ship"s cabin, and here he undressed as quickly as he could, in the fading daylight, and slipped into bed, inwardly congratulating himself that no one had detected him in the act, and that he had a good prospect, contrary to his expectations, of getting to sleep comfortably. The thought of the 200 lines, certainly, was unpleasant. But "sufficient unto the day," thought the philosophic Heathcote. He was far more concerned at the fate of the unsuspecting d.i.c.k. What would become of him, poor fellow?
Amid these reflections he fell peacefully asleep. The next thing he was conscious of, in what seemed to him the middle of the night, was the sudden removal of the clothes from the bed, and a figure holding a light, catching him by the arm, and demanding fiercely--
"What do you mean by it?"
His first impulse was to smile at the thought that it was only a dream, but he quickly changed his mind, and sat up with his eyes very wide open as the figure repeated--