"But _can_ you box, old man?"
"We must try one fine day. But now about the Club. I want you to help me draw up a scheme for my committee."
And the two friends spent the rest of the evening in one of the most gratifying tasks that ever fell to the lot of two honest seniors.
A very different conversation was taking place a few studies away, where Pledge found himself alone with his f.a.g for the first time since the boy had avowed his reconciliation with d.i.c.k.
"Ah, Georgie, I don"t see much of you now. My study"s badly off for dusting."
"I"m very sorry, Pledge; I really hadn"t time."
"No? Busy reading the police news, I suppose, and seeing how young gentlemen behave themselves in the dock?"
Heathcote flushed up, though from a very different cause from that which his senior suspected. In the new terror about Tom White, the youngster had forgotten all about Webster"s pencil-case.
"You"re going it, Georgie," said the monitor; "the inevitable result of bad company. You"ll want me to go bail for you after all."
"I don"t know what you are talking about," said the boy, with a confusion that belied the words.
"Well, I may be able to pull you through it better than you think, though, of course, I"m not such a great gun as d.i.c.k. However, what I want you for now is to go and post this letter at the head office."
"Why, it"s half-past eight," said Heathcote.
"Wonderful! and the post goes at nine!"
"But I mean I shall get in a row for going out."
"Wonderful again! If anyone asks you, say I told you to go. Look alive!"
Heathcote took the letter mechanically and went. He was too dazed to argue the matter, and too much disturbed by Pledge"s apparent knowledge of the sc.r.a.pe which was weighing on him and his friends to care to run the risk of offending him just now.
As he was creeping across the Quadrangle, a door opened, and Mansfield confronted him.
"Where are you going?"
"To the post. Pledge gave me leave."
"Go back to your room," said Mansfield, shutting the door.
"He"s forgotten to give me lines," said Georgie to himself. "By Jove!
I hope he"s not going to send me up to Winter!"
To Georgie"s surprise, he got neither lines nor a message to go to Dr Winter. But, as he was about to retire to rest, he received a summons from the Captain to go and speak with him in his study.
His sentence was as short as it was astounding "Heathcote, in future you f.a.g for Swinstead, not Pledge. Good-night."
CHAPTER TWENTY THREE.
WHICH TREATS OF LAW AND JUSTICE.
While Pledge was dressing on the following morning, the Captain"s f.a.g brought him a note.
"There"s no answer," said the junior, tossing it down on the table, and departing, whistling. Pledge opened it and read:--
"As you are determined to defy the rules, and make others do the same, I send this note to say Heathcote is no longer your f.a.g, and that you will have to do without one for the future. I also wish to say that unless you are prepared to abide by school rules, it will save trouble if you send in your resignation as a monitor at once.--E. M."
His first impulse on reading this letter was to laugh, and toss the paper contemptuously into the hearth. But on second thoughts, his amus.e.m.e.nt changed to wrath, not quite unmixed with dismay.
He knew well enough last night, when he sent Heathcote out, that he was bringing matters between himself and the Captain to an issue. And he had been too curious to see what Mansfield"s next move would be, to calculate for himself on what it was likely to be. And now he felt himself hit in his weakest point.
Not that the "Spider" was desperately in love with Heathcote. As long as that volatile youth had owned his allegiance and proved amenable to his influence, so long had Pledge liked the boy and set store by his companionship.
But lately Heathcote had been coming out in an unsatisfactory light.
For no apparent reason he had upset all his patron"s calculations, and spoiled all his carefully arranged plans, by going over to d.i.c.k and placing Pledge in the ridiculous position of a worsted rival to that noisy young hero. And, as if that were not enough, he had let himself be used by the Captain as a means of dealing a further blow. For, when Pledge came to think of it, Heathcote had made prompt use of his new liberty to absent himself from his senior"s chamber that very morning.
He left his study door open, and watched the pa.s.sage sharply for the deserter.
He saw him at last, labouring under a huge pile of books, which he was carrying to his new lord"s study.
"Ah, Georgie!" cried Pledge, with studied friendliness, "you"ll drop that pile, if you try to carry all at once. Put some down here, and make two loads of it. So you"ve been promoted to a new senior?"
"It"s not my choice; Mansfield moved me," said Heathcote, feeling and looking very uncomfortable.
"And I fancy I can hear the fervour with which you said, "G.o.d bless you, for saving me from Pledge, Mansfield," when he moved you."
"I said nothing of the sort. I knew nothing about it, I tell you, till he told me."
"Quite a delicious surprise. But you really mustn"t be seen here," said Pledge, with a sneer. "The holy ones will think I am luring you back to perdition."
"I don"t care what they say," said the boy.
"Oh, Georgie! How ungrateful! how sinful of you! Go to them. They may even be able to tell you how to enjoy yourself in a police cell."
It was gratifying to the senior to see the gasp with which the boy received this random shot.
"What do you mean?" faltered the latter.
"Really, hadn"t you better ask Swinstead? He"s your protector now. I have no business to interfere."
"Do tell me what you mean?" said the boy, imploringly.
But just at that moment a step sounded in the pa.s.sage outside, and Mansfield entered the study.
Heathcote promptly vanished, and Pledge, face to face with his antagonist, had something else to think about than Mr Webster"s pencil.
The Captain, who had great faith in striking the iron while it is hot, had come down on the heels of his letter, determined that if any understanding was to be come to between him and Pledge, it should be come to promptly.