"The thing is, who did it belong to when we--when it got adrift?"
"The p.a.w.nbroker, I suppose," said Heathcote. "Most likely Nash."
"No wonder Tom White didn"t seem much cut up about losing her."
"No; he made a good thing by it. It"s a comfort to think he"ll get nabbed at last."
"Of course, we"ve nothing to do with his row," said d.i.c.k.
"Of course not. We had nothing to do with p.a.w.ning the boat."
And yet, they concluded, if the _Martha_ had never gone adrift, no one would have known of Tom White"s fraud, and he might have been able to make money enough with her to clear himself.
It seemed unfair to rake up an old sore like this at the very beginning of the term, especially when, as they persuaded themselves, over and over again, the whole affair had very little to do with them.
"I vote we don"t look at this wretched paper any more," said Heathcote, crumpling up the offending _Observer_ into a ball, and giving it a punt across the path.
"Why not? We may as well see what becomes of Tom White," said d.i.c.k.
"Young Aspinall can fetch us up a copy once a week."
And so one of the events of the new term was that the _Templeton Observer_ had a new subscriber, and increased its circulation by two new and very diligent readers.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN.
THE NEW CAPTAIN DRAWS A STRAIGHT LINE.
Mansfield returned to Templeton like a man who knows that his work is cut out for him, and who means to do it, _coute qui coute_, as the French say.
Any one else might have been afraid of the task before him, and doubtful of success. Mansfield was neither; at any rate, as far as any one else could see. He set himself up neither for a Hercules nor a Galahad. It never occurred to him what he was. But it did occur to him that Templeton wanted reform, and that the Captain of Templeton ought to reform it. And with that one clear purpose before him, Mansfield was the sort of fellow to go straight through thick and thin to reach it, or perish in the attempt.
They say that when a certain Russian Emperor wanted a railway made between the two chief cities of his dominion, and was asked what route it should take, so as to benefit the largest number of intervening towns and villages, he called for a map and ruler, and drawing a straight line between the two places, said, "Let it go that way."
That was pretty much the style of Mansfield. He didn"t understand turning to right or left to give anybody a lift on the way. All he knew was that Templeton was not up to the mark, and that Templeton must be brought up to the mark. Between those points he ruled his straight line, and that way he meant to go.
If the line cut a snug little set of chums in half, if it turned one or two settled school customs out of house and home, if it sent one or two waverers hopelessly over to the wrong side--well, so be it. It was a pity, especially if the innocent had to suffer with the guilty. But the good of Templeton was at stake, and woe to the traitor who thought anything more important than that!
Dear old Ponty, whom Templeton had never loved so much as when it missed him, had curled his line about in snug, comfortable ins-and-outs, so as not to disturb anybody. Mansfield didn"t think himself better than Ponty, whom he loved as a brother. But Mansfield couldn"t draw curling in-and-out lines. He only knew one line, and that was a straight one; and so, for better or worse, Mansfield called for his map and his ruler, and dashed into his task.
"Give the little chaps a chance," Ponty had said, in his last will and testament, and the new Captain of Templeton was willing to make one little curve, in order to carry out his friend"s wish.
On the fourth evening of the term, as the Den was a.s.sembled in full session, for the purpose of swearing in Coote and denouncing the powers that be, that honourable fraternity was startled out of its never superabundant wits by an apparition far more terrible than the Templeton Ghost.
d.i.c.k was in the chair at the time, and Heathcote was in the act of moving a resolution, "That this Den considers all the monitors ought to be hanged, and hopes they will be," when the Captain of Templeton suddenly entered the room.
Then fell there a silence on the Den, like to the silence of a kennel of dogs when the whip of the master cracks! The word "hanged" died half- uttered on the lips of Heathcote, and d.i.c.k slipped aghast from his eminence. The tongue of Coote clave to the roof of his mouth, and even Gosse"s heart turned to stone in the midst of a "swop." Never did condemned criminals stand more still, or wax-works more dumb.
Mansfield closed the door behind him, and marched straight to the top of the room, where stood d.i.c.k"s vacant chair. Was he going to drive them out single-handed? Was he going to arrest their leader? Or was he going to make a speech?
As soon as they perceived he was going to do neither the first nor the second, and knew he was going to do the last, they groaned. They could have endured a stampede round the Quad; they could have brought themselves to see their leader immolated in a good cause; but to have to stand still and hear Jupiter speak--what had they done to deserve that?
"Look here, you youngsters," began Mansfield, needing not even a motion of his hand to command silence, "I"ve not come as an enemy, but a friend."
"What will it be like," mused Coote, "when he comes as an enemy?"
"And I"ve only a very few words to say to you."
Was it a sigh of relief or disappointment that escaped the Den?
Mansfield didn"t know; he wasn"t well up in sighs.
"There"s a great deal goes on in the Den that isn"t right. Some of you youngsters think the only use of school rules is to break them, and that it"s a fine thing to disobey the monitors. You"re wrong, and, unless you give up that sort of thing, you"ll find it out. The school rules are made to be kept, and the monitors are appointed to see they _are_ kept; and any boy that says otherwise is an enemy to Templeton, and he will be treated accordingly. Some of you don"t approve of all that goes on here, and yet you don"t like to stand up against it. That"s not right. You can"t be neutral. If you mean to be steady, you are bound to stand out and have nothing to do with the bad lot. I want you all to understand this once for all, and not say you"ve had no warning. I warn you now. Rules are made to be kept, and you must keep them.
Pontifex--"
The Captain had to stop; for the Den, which had stood in breathless silence thus far, sprang, at the mention of the name, into a cheer which spoke quite as much for the tension of their own feelings at this moment as for their affection for the old Captain.
Mansfield let them have it out; he liked them none the worse for their love to his friend, and what he had to say would by no means spoil by keeping till the cheers were over.
They were over at last. The sight of the Captain there, tall, upright, determined, with his dark eyes bent on them, cut them short and brought the Den back to silence as deep as that which had just been broken.
"Pontifex was fond of you youngsters. He said to me a day or two before he went, "Give the little chaps a chance.""
They could not help it; Captain or no Captain, they must cheer again.
And again Mansfield waited patiently and ungrudgingly till it was over.
"This is why I"ve come here to-night. You have your chance. Let everybody choose for himself, and don"t let any one say he didn"t know what to expect. There"s to be a Captain"s levee on Thursday. I don"t want any one to come to it who is not prepared to stand by Templeton rules this term. Those who are prepared will do well to show up."
So ended Jupiter"s speech to the Den. He stalked down the room and out of the door amid a solemn silence, which was not broken until his firm footsteps died away down the pa.s.sage.
Then the Den looked at one another as much as to say--
"What do you think of that?"
"Pretty warm!" said d.i.c.k, relieving the general embarra.s.sment by speaking first.
"Think he means it?" said one.
"Looks like it!" said d.i.c.k, gloomily.
There was a pause. The Den knew, somehow, it was no joke.
It was a case of life or death, war or peace, liberty or servitude, and they hesitated on the brink.
"I don"t mean to knuckle under to him!" said Heathcote, speaking with the mantle of Pledge upon him. "It"s all a dodge to curry favour with Winter."
The Den was thankful for the suggestion, and revived wonderfully under its influence.
"Catch me doing more for him than for old Ponty!" cried Gosse, who had never done anything for Ponty.