"Oh, but he"s really one of us, he has been all along," cried Simmons.
"Here, Brady, you"re wanted."
"At your service," said Jack merrily, and, breaking off his conversation with Trevelyan and Vickers, he joined the group of day-boys.
"Brady, have you heard that they"ve dragged us into this row? That our half"s stopped along with the boarders"? Though none of us ever saw or tasted so much as a drum-stick!"
"None of you? Ever?" put in Jack. "That"s a big order, Piggy-wig."
"You know what I mean," rejoined Bacon. "They might have had a swan or a peac.o.c.k for all we knew about it."
"But, my dear fellow, it"s West you must blame. No one mentioned you."
"No, but not one of them had the honesty to stand out and clear us--to a.s.sure him we"d nothing to do with it," said Mason. "Instead of that they are careful to turn it into a mystery, on purpose that we may all be suspected."
"Well, well, it"s only just a single half that"s lost. It"ll soon be over and forgotten."
"Will it?" cried Simmons indignantly. "I fancy it will be remembered longer than you think by some. We mean to pay them in full for their mean spite. We"re going to unite and fight."
"Oh, challenge them to a cricket match instead! I"ll play for you.
Think how much more sportive that will be! Not to say, sensible."
"Come, Brady, we"re not babies. We mean to make them sorry by force."
"Take care you"re not made sorry by force, Lucy!"
"Oh, never fear! The masters won"t know anything at all about it if we can help it. We shall pick our opportunity. But look here, Brady, you"ve got to captain us!"
"Bothered if I do!" said Jack.
"Very well, don"t! Go over to the boarders instead, as you want to, and repeat everything we"ve told you." Bacon spoke angrily.
"Piggy-wig, don"t be a fool! If you want me to quarrel either with your set or with the other chaps, I say I won"t, and that"s flat! You must take me as you find me, and if you"re all bent on fighting and making geese of yourselves, I shall just stay as I am--once for all--Jack of Both Sides."
CHAPTER VI
THE MARCH HARE"S REVENGE
Cling, clang--creak! Cling, clang--creak! So the discordant bell sounded forth in the playground, the interval between the strokes being filled by a harsh, rusty squeak that set one"s teeth on edge. The message it bore to the boys was, "Come in--quick! Come in--quick!" For the time was ten minutes to nine, and the day that following the incident which was already known as the Chicken Row.
The monitors this week were Brady, Bacon, and Armitage, and they had already gone in to their duties. The old bell always went on ringing for two minutes, and the boys were in the habit of waiting until it was on the point of ceasing, when they obeyed it with a rush.
But on this particular morning the day-scholars seemed, for some reason best known to themselves, one and all consumed with zeal for their studies. At the first preparatory creak they made a simultaneous dash for the entrance, which caused much mirth amongst the boarders.
Cadbury waved his arm in their direction, and turned up his eyes with an air of mock tragedy, while he spouted with rolling "r"s":
"How fair a sight it is to see Youth lay aside its giddy glee, Athirst for learning"s boundless sea!
How different from you and me!"
"My dear boys," said Vickers, with pretended solemnity, "I require obedience in you, but I desire something more--something which you can give, but I cannot command. That something is cheerful obedience--ready obedience--obedience that hurries gladly at the call of duty. And now that you see a pattern of such obedience, you might do worse than copy it."
His imitation of Mr. West"s emphatic voice and rather studied manner was so true to life that it was greeted with a roar of laughter, and for once Vickers had the gratification of seeing his wit appreciated. The very phrase, "you might do worse", was a favourite with the head-master, and one which the boys had long ago selected for mimicry.
But now there came the faint, irregular stroke that foretold the stopping of the bell, and the boys moved quickly towards the entrance, and began to jostle one another in their haste. On reaching the door, however, much fumbling and kicking began.
"Hi, you in front there! Look sharp and go in! We"re waiting!" cried Hallett in a voice of angry authority, and pushing commenced in the rear.
"It"s no good pushing; it"s stuck!" was holloaed back, and the kicking and banging increased in vigour.
"What nonsense! Let me come! It must be opened! Won"t Pepper wire into us in a minute!"
Green elbowed his way to the front, and turned the handle violently.
Only once, and then he faced round with the exclamation, "You fools!
It"s locked!"
At which news much breath and a little time were wasted in furious threats towards those by whom they had been tricked.
"Won"t they pay for this!"
"West shall hear if they don"t let us in sharp."
"I"ll knock their heads together when I do get in!"
"The impudent beggars! We"ll give them such a lesson!"
But within all was glee and triumph. Simmons and Bacon fairly danced with malicious satisfaction, whilst Armitage and Mason chuckled grimly.
"What"ll they do? Go round to the front?"
"They"ll catch it if they do."
"We shall too if the joke once reaches West," said Jack. "Don"t you think you might wind up the trick now, and let them in?"
"All in good time," said Mason coolly. The banging at the entrance grew terrific, and though separated from the first cla.s.s-room by a long pa.s.sage, he had to raise his voice to be heard above it. "Let"s be quite sure that we"re ready for them. You--Bacon and Armitage--have you done your job?"
"Yes, properly."
"We ought to, for we"ve been at it nearly half an hour."
"And you others--Brady, Ethel, Lucy, et cetera--you"ve all got your books ready?"
"Ay, ay, sir," laughed Simmons.
"What was your job, Armie?" asked Jack. He had been engrossed in inking new slates.
Armitage smothered a laugh.