"What about it?"
"I had to pay it to a man to-day, or he said he"d write to the Head-then of course I should get sacked. I was going to take the money to him this afternoon, only I got crocked, so I couldn"t move. I wanted to get hold of you to ask you to take it for me-it"s too late now!"
Mike"s face fell. "Oh, hang it!" he said, "I"m awfully sorry. I"d no idea it was anything like that-what a fool I was! Dunster did say he thought it was something important, only like an a.s.s I thought it would do if I came over at lock-up."
"It doesn"t matter," said Jellicoe miserably; "it can"t be helped."
"Yes, it can," said Mike. "I know what I"ll do-it"s all right. I"ll get out of the house after lights-out."
Jellicoe sat up. "You can"t! You"d get sacked if you were caught."
"Who would catch me? There was a chap at Wrykyn I knew who used to break out every night nearly and go and pot at cats with an air-pistol; it"s as easy as anything."
The toad-under-the-harrow expression began to fade from Jellicoe"s face. "I say, do you think you could, really?"
"Of course I can! It"ll be rather a rag."
"I say, it"s frightfully decent of you."
"What absolute rot!"
"But, look here, are you certain--"
"I shall be all right. Where do you want me to go?"
"It"s a place about a mile or two from here, called Lower Borlock."
"Lower Borlock?"
"Yes, do you know it?"
"Rather! I"ve been playing cricket for them all the term."
"I say, have you? Do you know a man called Barley?"
"Barley? Rather-he runs the "White Boar"."
"He"s the chap I owe the money to."
"Old Barley!"
Mike knew the landlord of the "White Boar" well; he was the wag of the village team. Every village team, for some mysterious reason, has its comic man. In the Lower Borlock eleven Mr. Barley filled the post. He was a large, stout man, with a red and cheerful face, who looked exactly like the jovial inn-keeper of melodrama. He was the last man Mike would have expected to do the "money by Monday-week or I write to the headmaster" business.
But he reflected that he had only seen him in his leisure moments, when he might naturally be expected to unbend and be full of the milk of human kindness. Probably in business hours he was quite different. After all, pleasure is one thing and business another.
Besides, five pounds is a large sum of money, and if Jellicoe owed it, there was nothing strange in Mr. Barley"s doing everything he could to recover it.
He wondered a little what Jellicoe could have been doing to run up a bill as big as that, but it did not occur to him to ask, which was unfortunate, as it might have saved him a good deal of inconvenience. It seemed to him that it was none of his business to inquire into Jellicoe"s private affairs. He took the envelope containing the money without question.
"I shall bike there, I think," he said, "if I can get into the shed."
The school"s bicycles were stored in a shed by the pavilion.
"You can manage that," said Jellicoe; "it"s locked up at night, but I had a key made to fit it last summer, because I used to go out in the early morning sometimes before it was opened."
"Got it on you?"
"Smith"s got it."
"I"ll get it from him."
"I say!"
"Well?"
"Don"t tell Smith why you want it, will you? I don"t want anybody to know-if a thing once starts getting about it"s all over the place in no time."
"All right, I won"t tell him."
"I say, thanks most awfully! I don"t know what I should have done, I--"
"Oh, chuck it!" said Mike.
CHAPTER XLIV
AND FULFILS IT
Mike started on his ride to Lower Borlock with mixed feelings. It is pleasant to be out on a fine night in summer, but the pleasure is to a certain extent modified when one feels that to be detected will mean expulsion.
Mike did not want to be expelled, for many reasons. Now that he had grown used to the place he was enjoying himself at Sedleigh to a certain extent. He still harboured a feeling of resentment against the school in general and Adair in particular, but it was pleasant in Outwood"s now that he had got to know some of the members of the house, and he liked playing cricket for Lower Borlock; also, he was fairly certain that his father would not let him go to Cambridge if he were expelled from Sedleigh. Mr. Jackson was easy-going with his family, but occasionally his foot came down like a steam-hammer, as witness the Wrykyn school report affair.
So Mike pedalled along rapidly, being wishful to get the job done without delay.
Psmith had yielded up the key, but his inquiries as to why it was needed had been embarra.s.sing. Mike"s statement that he wanted to get up early and have a ride had been received by Psmith, with whom early rising was not a hobby, with honest amazement and a flood of advice and warning on the subject.
"One of the Georges," said Psmith, "I forget which, once said that a certain number of hours" sleep a day-I cannot recall for the moment how many-made a man something, which for the time being has slipped my memory. However, there you are. I"ve given you the main idea of the thing; and a German doctor says that early rising causes insanity. Still, if you"re bent on it--" After which he had handed over the key.
Mike wished he could have taken Psmith into his confidence. Probably he would have volunteered to come, too; Mike would have been glad of a companion.
It did not take him long to reach Lower Borlock. The "White Boar" stood at the far end of the village, by the cricket field. He rode past the church-standing out black and mysterious against the light sky-and the rows of silent cottages, until he came to the inn.
The place was shut, of course, and all the lights were out-it was some time past eleven.
The advantage an inn has over a private house, from the point of view of the person who wants to get into it when it has been locked up, is that a nocturnal visit is not so unexpected in the case of the former. Preparations have been made to meet such an emergency. Where with a private house you would probably have to wander round heaving rocks and end by climbing up a water-spout, when you want to get into an inn you simply ring the night-bell, which, communicating with the boots" room, has that hard-worked menial up and doing in no time.
After Mike had waited for a few minutes there was a rattling of chains and a shooting of bolts and the door opened.
"Yes, sir?" said the boots, appearing in his shirt-sleeves. "Why, "ullo! Mr. Jackson, sir!"