"The Fifth-form remove has been gained by Swinstead," said the Doctor (loud cheers). "Wrangham was second, but not very close, and Birket was a few marks below Wrangham."
These announcements were the most interesting on the Doctor"s list, and Templeton listened impatiently to the rest. It waited, however, in its place, in order to give a final cheer for Ponty at the close.
Which it did. And the dear old fellow, though he seemed very sleepy, and longed for his arm-chair, couldn"t help hearing it and looking round at the old school, nodding his kindly head. When, however, somebody called out "Speech," he stretched himself comfortably and shrugged his shoulders; and they knew what that meant, and gave it up.
Twenty-four hours later, Templeton was scattered to the four winds, and our heroes" first term had become a chapter of ancient history.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN.
IN WHICH A NOTABLE TRIPLE ALLIANCE IS RENEWED.
The six short weeks of holiday darted away only too quickly.
d.i.c.k, in the whirl of family life, a hero to his sisters, and a caution to his young brothers, forgot all the troubles of the term, and all its disappointments, all about the "Select Sociables," and all about Tom White"s boat, in one glorious burst of holiday freedom.
He even forgot about his irregular verbs; and the good resolutions with which he had returned, he left packed up in his trunk until the time came to take them back to Templeton.
Still, it wasn"t a bad time, on the whole, for d.i.c.k. Like some small boat that gets out of the rushing tide for a little into some quiet creek, he had time to overhaul himself and pull himself together, ready for another voyage. He was able, in the home harbour, to take some little fresh ballast on board and to rearrange what he at present had.
He was able to stow away some of his useless tackle and bale out some of the water he had shipped in the last few rapids. Altogether, though d.i.c.k was not exactly a boy given to self-examination, or self- dedication, and although he would have scouted the notion that he was going in for being a reformed character, his little cruise in calm water did him good, and steadied him for his next venture on the tide, when the time should come.
It was not so with George Heathcote. He was a craft of flimsier build than his leader, and the tide had gone harder with him. There was a leak somewhere, and the tackle was a-twist, and the ballast rolled to one side. And, for him, the home harbour was no place for repairs.
Heathcote had neither father nor mother, and though his old relative did her best for him, the boy was more or less at a loose end at home, with no better guide than his own whims. The wonder was, considering his surroundings, that Heathcote was not utterly spoiled, that he was still honest and amiable, and amenable to good influence when he came across it.
He did not, however, come across much these holidays. For four weeks he kicked his heels about in any way that suited him, and began to long for Templeton again, and the face of a friend.
Then one day a letter came to him from Pledge.
"Dear Youngster,--You said something about wanting to see London these holidays. What do you say to coming here on a visit? My father and mother would be glad to see you, and we can go back to Templeton together. If you come to-morrow, you"ll be in time for the last day of the Australian match at the Oval--Yours truly,--
"P. Pledge."
Heathcote jumped at the invitation. An invitation from anybody would have been welcome just then, but to be asked by his own senior, in this unexpected way, was both tempting and flattering.
So he took the letter to his grandmother, and indulged in a glowing account of Pledge"s virtues and merits. The good lady, of course, gave her consent, and the very next day Georgie was in London.
The week slipped by in a round of pleasures for Heathcote. Pledge, the spoiled child of wealthy parents, was pretty much his own master, and spared no pains to make his young protege at home, and gratify his every inclination. To Georgie, the life in which he found himself was bewildering in its novelty.
Pledge showed him London. They saw public buildings, and they saw the great streets; they went to theatrical entertainments, and concerts, and parties. They met friends, good and bad, and heard talk, good and bad.
No one thought of making any distinction; no one seemed to admit that there was much distinction. It was all life. If some went in for the good, well, let them; if others went in for the bad, what right had any one to interfere? and if any went in for a little of both, well, wasn"t the balance about straight, and who was any the worse for it?
Heathcote felt that he was in Liberty Hall--that he might do exactly as he liked without the awkwardness of feeling that any one was surprised, or that any one was shocked. Pledge did not distinctly tempt him to do anything; and yet, during that one short week, the boy"s moral sense was more deeply undermined than during the whole of the term that had pa.s.sed. The clear line between good and evil vanished. And, seeing the two side by side, and hearing his companion"s constant sneers at "sanct.i.ty," it became natural to him to suspect the good and, of the two, prefer the evil.
So Georgie Heathcote went back to Templeton the worse for his holidays, and snared faster than ever in the "Spider"s" web.
But the sight of d.i.c.k on the Templeton platform drove all his unhealthy philosophy for a time from his mind, and when, an hour later, the train from G--- came in and discharged Coote and Coote"s hat-box and travelling-bag, there was joy in the hearts of those three old Mountjoy boys, which could not find vent in mere smiles or words of greeting.
Coote was in a horrible flutter, despite the countenance of his two protectors. He could not trust himself out of their sight. As they walked up from the station and crossed the Quadrangle, he suspected a snare everywhere, and sniffed an enemy at every corner.
"Come on, old fellow," said d.i.c.k, in all the glory of an old hand, "stick your hat on the back of your head, and make a face at everybody you meet, and n.o.body will humbug you."
Coote had his doubts of this advice; but, it occurred to him, if it should be good, he had better make the experiment while his friends were there to protect him.
So he tilted his hat cautiously back, and timidly protruded his tongue at Culver, whom they met staggering under the weight of a carpet bag, near the housekeeper"s door.
Culver regarded the demonstration with a certain amount of bewildered disfavour, and, to Coote"s terror, looked for a moment like putting down his carpet bag. But the presence of d.i.c.k and Heathcote deterred him for the present, and he contented himself with a promise that tilted the new boy"s hat back into its proper elevation with wonderful celerity.
"Never mind him," said Heathcote, "he always doubles up after five or six rounds."
"Do you mean he will fight me?" asked Coote.
"Bless you, yes!"
"To-day, do you think?"
"Don"t know. Depends on what he"s got in his bag. If it"s a cargo, he won"t be out for a couple of nights."
All this was very alarming to Coote, who devoutly hoped Culver"s "cargo"
might be big enough to keep him many nights in unloading it.
d.i.c.k and Heathcote led their junior partner rejoicing to the housekeeper, and a.s.sisted in counting out his shirts and socks. They then took him to show him off in the lobbies, deserting him once or twice, to his consternation, in order to greet some crony or take part in a mild shindy in the studies.
The presence of their "new kid" inspired them with a wonderful fund of humour and audacity. His astonishment flattered them and his panics delighted them. With a lively recollection of their own experiences last term, they took care he should be wandering in the Quad when the "dredger" came its rounds; and, for fear he should miss the warm consolations of a lower third "Scrunch," they organised one for his special benefit, and had the happiness of seeing him rising in the middle, scared and puffing, with cheeks the colour of a peony. All the while they tried to figure as his protectors, and demanded credit for getting him through his ordeals in a way he would by no means have got, if left, as they had been, to his own resources.
Nor were they wholly unoriginal in their endeavours to make him feel at home in his new surroundings.
"By George! it"s ten minutes to dinner-time," said d.i.c.k, looking at the clock. "There"ll be a frightful row if you are late first day, and you"ve barely time to dress."
"Dress! I am dressed," said Coote, in alarm.
"You m.u.f.f, you"re not in your flannels. Think of a new fellow turning up to Hall first day not in his flannels, eh, Georgie?"
"My eye!" said Georgie; "what a row there"d be!"
"Cut as hard as ever you can, and put them on. Better not show up till just as the clock strikes, in case fellows humbug you. We"ll be near the door and show you where to sit."
"Whatever should I have done," thought the grateful Coote to himself, as he rushed off to don his brand-new flannels, "if it hadn"t been for those two bricks?"
The "two bricks" waited somewhat anxiously near the door of the Hall for their "new kid," and as the clock began to strike they had the joy of seeing him dart resplendent across the Quad, keeping in the shade as much as possible, and looking nervously up at the clock.
"Lamm it on!" called Heathcote, as the bell ceased and the breathless athlete ran into their arms.
"Am I all right?" asked the victim.
"So-so," said they, surveying him critically, "but you"d better carry your coat over your arm. Look out, Winter will be coming in. You"ve got to sit up there at the top table, in that empty chair. Look alive, or he"ll catch you."