Anybody come! He didn"t count them, that was plain.
Not knowing exactly what to do, they determined on another walk round the Quad, preferring to be reconnoitred by the enemy in the open, and not indoors--possibly in a corner.
The enemy reconnoitred in force. After the first arrival, boys dropped in in twos and threes, in cabs, in omnibuses, in high spirits, in low spirits. The old square began to get lively. The echoes which had slept soundly for the past fortnight woke up suddenly, and the rooks in the elms began to grow uneasy, and summoned a cabinet council to discuss what was going on in the lower world.
"Hallo, Duff, old man," cried one boy near to our heroes, as he caught sight of a chum across the square. "Seen Raggles?"
"Yes; he"s got a cargo down. He"s asked me."
"Tell him I"m up, will you?"
"What"s a cargo?" asked Heathcote, as the speaker went past.
"Goodness knows," said d.i.c.k--"perhaps it"s a crib."
"My brother Will used to call a hamper a cargo," said Aspinall.
"Humph," said d.i.c.k, who never liked to be corrected, "there"s something in that."
"I hope there is," said Heathcote.
It said a great deal for the solemnity of the occasion that d.i.c.k did not at once proceed to administer condign punishment. He took note of the offence, though, and punished the offender quietly in bed some days after. Just at the present moment, had he been inclined to square accounts, he had no leisure; for a sudden cry of "Dredger!" was raised, whereat they noticed a number of boys step off the pavement on to the gra.s.s. Before they could conjecture what this sudden manoeuvre might mean, a rush of steps arose behind, and next moment they were caught up in the toils of a net constructed of towels knotted together, stretching across the path, and held at each end by two swift runners who swept them along at a headlong pace, catching up a shoal of stray fish on the way until even the stalwart dredgers were compelled, from the very weight of their "take," to slacken speed.
A crowd collected to witness the emptying of the net. One by one the trembling small fry were grabbed and pa.s.sed round to answer a string of questions such as--
"What"s your name?"
"Are you most like your father or your mother?"
"Who"s your hatter?"
"Can you swim?"
"Who was the father of Zebedee"s children?"
"Are you a Radical or a Tory?"
All of which questions each luckless catechumen was required to answer truly, and in a loud, distinct voice, amid the most embarra.s.sing cheers and jeers and hootings of the audience.
d.i.c.k got through his fairly well till he came to the political question, when he made the great mistake of saying he didn"t know whether he was a Radical or a Tory. For, as he might have expected, every one was down on him, and he was sent forth a marked man to make up his mind on the question.
Heathcote, whose sorrow it was to be separated from his friend in the landing of the catch, was less lucky. He professed himself like his mother, which was greatly against him. His hatter also was a country artist instead of a Londoner, and that he discovered was an extremely grave offence. And as for his politics, he made a greater mistake even than d.i.c.k, for he professed himself imbued with opinions "between the two," an announcement which brought down a torrent of abuse and scorn, mingled with cries of "kick him for a half-and-half prig!" an observation which Heathcote was very sorry indeed to hear.
As the reader may guess, poor young Aspinall had a very bad time of it.
He began to cry as soon as the first question was propounded. But this demonstration failed to shelter him. A general hiss greeted the sound of his whimper, and cries of, "Where"s his bottle?"
"Meow!"
"Hush-a-bye baby!" His ruthless tyrants, who knew no distinction between the tears of a crocodile and the tears of a terrified child, made him go through his catechism to the bitter end. They howled with delight when they heard him call himself Bertie, and paused in dead silence to hear him say whether he was like "papa or mamma"--"or nurse?"
as some one suggested. He took refuge in tears again, with the result that his inquisitors were more than ever determined to get their answer.
"Hang it, you young a.s.s," said one boy, whom the child, even in his flutter and misery, recognised as the boy who had accosted them at the door of Westover"s that morning, "can"t you answer without blubbering like that? n.o.body"s going to eat you up."
This friendly admonition served to set the boy on his feet, and he stammered out, "Mother."
"You weren"t asked if you were like your mother," shouted some one, "are you most like "papa or mamma?""
"Mamma," faltered the boy. Whereat there was great jubilation, as there was also when he described his hatter as _Mr_. Smith of Totnes.
"Can you swim?"
"N-no, I"m afraid not."
"That"s a pity, with the lot you blubber. You"ll get drowned some day."
Terrific cheers greeted this sally, in the midst of which the boy was almost forgotten.
But the political test remained.
"Now, Bertie dear, are you a Radical or a Tory?" he was asked.
The boy took a deep breath, and said--
"I"m a Radical."
At which straightforward and unlooked-for reply there were great cheers and counter-cheers, in the midst of which the scared little Radical was hustled down from his perch and sent flying to join his friends, and calm the fluttering of his poor little heart.
It being evidently unsafe to remain longer in the Quadrangle, the dejected trio betook themselves with many misgivings, to their house.
Westover"s presented a striking contrast to the quiet scene of yesterday evening. It being still a quarter to twelve, and term not being supposed to commence till mid-day, the short interval of freedom from school rules was being made use of to the best advantage.
The matron, shouted at and besieged on all sides, already stood at bay, with her hands to her ears, having abandoned any attempt to do anything for anybody. The house porter was in a similar condition of strike. He had once been knocked completely over by rival claimants on his a.s.sistance, and he had several times been nearly pulled limb from limb by disappointed employers. He, therefore, stood with his back to the wall and his arms folded, waiting till the storm should blow itself out.
Upstairs, in the studies, riot scarcely less exuberant was taking place.
Bosom friends, reunited after three weeks" separation, celebrated their reunion with paeans of jubilation and war-whoops of triumph. "Cargoes"
were being unladen here; Liddell-and-Scott was officiating as a cricket ball there; a siege was going on round this door, and a hand-to-hand scrimmage between the posts of that. A few of the placid ones were quietly unpacking in the midst of the Babel, and one or two were actually writing home.
Our heroes, fancying the looks neither of the matron"s hall nor of the lobby upstairs, deemed it prudent to retreat as quickly as possible to the junior schoolroom, there to await, in the calm atmosphere of expectant scholarship, the ringing of the twelve o"clock bell.
Has the reader ever visited that famous resort of youth, the Zoo? Has he stood on that terrace five minutes before dinner-time and listened to the deep-mouthed growl of the lion, the barking of the wolf, the shriek of the hyaena, as they pace their cages and await their meal? Then, turning on his heel, has he quitted that stately scene and pushed back the door of the monkey house?
Even so it was with our heroes. The junior schoolroom was as the matron"s hall and the studies thrown into one.--At first, to the untutored eyes of the visitors, it looked like a surging sea of unkempt heads and waving elbows; then, as their vision grew accustomed to the scene, they beheld faces and legs and boots; then, amid the general din, they distinguished voices, and perceived that the sea was made up of human beings.
At the which they would fain have retreated; but, as old Virgil says-- and we won"t insult our readers by translating the verses--
"Facilis descensus Averni, Sed revocare gradum Hoc opus, hic labor est."
Their retreat was cut off before they were well in the room, and, amid loud cries of "New kids!" "Bertie!" "Scrunch!" they were escorted to the nearest form, where they forthwith received a most warm and pressing welcome into their new quarters. The top boy of the form, in his emotion, planted his feet against the wall and began to push inwards.