"Oh, yes, it sounds easy enough to you! But supposing I get the chicken, how am I to bring it into the house without being seen? Suppose I meet West in the hall, or Miss Turner on the stairs, or the housemaid in your bedroom? I defy you to hide a roast fowl about you, and I don"t care for getting into rows, if you do."
"My dear Grey, we know you don"t," said Cadbury. "You"re an adept at escaping them. But you needn"t fear for this; I have a way out of the hole. I"ll drop a line from our window. You come round beneath it on your return, before you enter the house, and tie the chicken firmly to the end of it. Then, when the right time comes, I can haul it up. And look here, don"t let"s explain to the other chaps how we came by the chicken. Let"s make a complete mystery of it for a day or two, and have a lark over it."
That seemed good fun. Grey gradually allowed himself to be persuaded to perform his part of the task. Cadbury, in his turn, made what small preparations seemed necessary. He upset a salt-cellar at dinner, and managed to collect at least half the contents in his handkerchief. He also made a collection of string, chiefly from the smaller boys, who give without asking questions--or, at least, without demanding answers.
Evening came at length, and with it Grey"s return. A wink and a nod was all the communication that pa.s.sed between him and Cadbury, but it satisfied the latter that the chicken was in the garden, and for once he longed for bed-time. In such a hurry was he when the happy hour arrived, that he forgot to wait for Mr. West"s departure, and was half-way upstairs when he was called back with a rebuke for his breach of manners.
In the room over which Es...o...b.. Trevelyan was head slept also Cadbury, Vickers, Jack Brady, and Toppin, the last-named being despatched to bed an hour before the rest.
"What"s up, Cadburius?" enquired Trevelyan with an amused smile. "Got to catch a train?"
"No, a chicken!" was the reply.
"Poor fellow, his mind"s giving way!" said Jack.
"Talking about chickens," broke in Vickers, "I saw the old cat sneaking along just now with what looked for all the world like the leg of a fowl in her mouth. You bet the masters are having a tuck-in to-night."
"Not a bit of it!" exclaimed Cadbury. "Depend upon it, she"s been at our chicken. The shameless, thieving beast!"
"At yours, Cad?" This was uttered in chorus.
"At mine--ours! It"s a treat for us all. I was going to wait till lights were out, but I daren"t now. The cat"ll have the rest if we aren"t quick; perhaps she"s eaten it already. Keep cave by the door, Jack, while I haul in the line."
Few things really astonish a boy. Cadbury was regarded as capable of anything, and when the sash was cautiously raised, and the string pulled up, the fact that a real roast chicken, half-wrapped in newspaper, dangled at the end, caused more amus.e.m.e.nt than amazement.
"Well, I"m blowed! Where did this grow?"
"I shall drop a line to-morrow--two lines--and see what comes up."
"It"ll be the old cat, likely."
"Hush! I must stow this away till Pepper"s been round," said Cadbury, hastily stuffing the bird into his own bed.
There was not long to wait; Mr. Peace appeared almost before they were ready for him. Mr. Peace was the senior resident master, whose short temper had won for him the above nickname. His back was scarcely turned, the boys were still responding cordially to his rather gruff "Good-night", when Cadbury drew the chicken forth and waved it triumphantly in his hand. Trevelyan, who was next the window, pulled the blind up silently. It was a brilliant moonlight night, so that gas was unneeded.
"The cat has had her full share," Cadbury remarked sadly. "But never mind. Half the chicken belongs to Gr--, to the next room, I mean, and as I"ve got the trouble of carving, I shall give them the p.u.s.s.y-half.
It"ll be all right, they won"t know; they"ll only think I cut it rather roughly."
"And our reluctance to share supper with the cat is purely a matter of sentiment," added Vickers. ""Where ignorance is bliss, "tis folly to be wise.""
"There goes Chickabiddy!" exclaimed Jack, as the fowl suddenly sprang from Cadbury"s bed into the middle of the floor. He hopped out and recaptured it.
"Thanks! Well, it"s no easy job, I do a.s.sure you, to divide a fowl on a bed, with no plate, no fork, and only a penknife. I can carve well enough under civilized conditions, but--"
"Tell us how you came by it, old man," said Jack, who was trying to decide in his own mind whether he should consent or refuse to join the feast. He liked chicken very much indeed, and what would they think if he declined it! Besides, there was no rule against eating chicken in the bedrooms. True, there was something about "No eatables to be taken upstairs". But then the chicken had not been taken upstairs; it had come by a lift. Still, Jack could not quite quiet the little voice within.
"No, I won"t shock you with details," replied Cadbury mischievously.
"Perhaps you wouldn"t eat it if I did."
"I"m not going to anyhow, thanks very much," returned Jack with sudden determination. "There"ll be all the more for the rest of you, won"t there?"
"Don"t talk nonsense!" exclaimed Trevelyan. "Of course you"ll have some!
If I think fit to eat it, you may. Don"t play the blameless prig, for goodness" sake!"
"Brady thinks I"ve filched it," said Cadbury.
"Brady doesn"t want a nightmare," rejoined Jack, laughing, "though he thinks it awfully kind of Trevelyan to answer for his conscience."
"You won"t refuse the merry-thought--just for luck, Jack!"
"I have too many of my own generally, specially at Pepper"s cla.s.ses."
"Oh, pinch Brady, somebody! He"s punning!" cried Cadbury. "There! it"s come in two at last!" and he surveyed his handiwork with great pride.
"Now to send along the next room"s share!"
Wrapping it in the torn newspaper, he tied it to the string once more, opened the window very gently, and after several unsuccessful efforts whirled it thump against the adjoining window, and waited till a pull at the line showed that it was received.
After a few minutes there came a faint whip at their own window-pane, and Trevelyan took in a sc.r.a.p of paper weighted with a bull"s-eye.
Seeing there was some writing on it, he struck a match, and read:
_You"ve bagged the biggest half._
_Send us some salt._
_Please return bull"s-eye._
_Where"s our leg?_
In answer Cadbury screwed up a pinch of salt, and scribbled on the paper:
_Ask the cat._
_Mind you don"t leave your bones about._
Needless to say, the bull"s-eye was not returned.
The packet was tossed on to the neighbouring sill, and then they settled down to enjoy their meal in peace. It was well that there was not overmuch light, for they could not consume it elegantly. As a matter of fact, they gnawed it in an ogreish fashion, and in such haste that they could scarcely stop to plunge their bones into the salt for a flavouring.
"I suppose you"re quite sure this is chicken, Cadbury?" said Vickers presently.
"Quite. Why do you ask?" mumbled Cadbury.
"It struck me as being rather--well, a trifle gamy, nothing more."
"Pretend it"s pheasant, then," said Cadbury.
"Mayn"t I have a little bit?"
The sleepy voice came from Toppin"s bed.