With these words, the tall boy, or Slodgers, as he was called, made another rush at me; but the other interposed once more, and this time more forcibly.
"No, I tell you," said he, "let him alone, or I"ll have to make you,"
and he gave Slodgers a quiet sort of tap on the chest that had the effect of at once stopping his advance, the bully and coward, as he seemed to me to be, retiring sulkily to the corner of the yard under the tree, accompanied by two of his select cronies, grumbling in an undertone about "somebody"s" meddlesomeness in interfering with "other people"s business," although he did not take any further notice of the stalwart Samaritan who had thus come so opportunely to my aid, baulking the summary vengeance he had intended taking on my unhappy head.
The other boys, too, were just as disgusted at the turn events had taken, for they had looked for rare sport in seeing me mauled by their champion. They also now went off in a body, leaving my protector and myself alone together, close to the steps where the little fracas had occurred.
"You are a plucky fellow," said my new friend, confidentially, as soon as the rest were out of hearing. "I don"t think Master Slodgers has had such a prompt lesson before to correct that nasty way he has of frightening every new boy that comes here; but I tell you what, though, you mustn"t go hitting out at big chaps like that, you know! Slodgers would have pounded you into a jelly if I hadn"t interfered."
"I dare say he would," I replied, pa.s.sionately, not having yet quite calmed down--the sight of the blood dropping from my poor nose adding to instead of abating from my courage. "But, I would have made him feel something first! I don"t care if he had killed me! I would do the same again if he made fun of my father. He said I told lies when I was telling the truth."
"Well, well, that"s all right," said my rescuer, soothingly. "I"ve no doubt I should have struck him, too, if I had been in your place. I like you for standing up to him so bravely, and that"s the reason I took your part, independently of my always trying to stop his bullying.
Slodgers is a cur at heart, and I dare say you would lick him in the end if you could hold out long enough, although I wouldn"t advise you to tackle him until you know how to use your fists better, if I am not by!
I think you said your name was Martin Leigh, to change the subject from the brute, eh?"
"Yes," I answered, readily; "and I must now thank you for your kindness in coming to my help."
"Oh, stow all that! May I call you Martin?"
"By all means," said I, gladly; "there"s nothing I should like better."
"All right then, that"s agreed. My name is Tom Larkyns, and you may call me Tom, if you like."
"May I?" I asked, deferentially, proud of his condescending to be on such cordial terms with me. "Won"t it sound too familiar?"
"Nonsense," said he, laughing cheerily. "We"ll swear a bond of eternal friendship, like Damon and Pythias," and he squeezed my hand in his strong grip, as if he meant it.
Tears came into my eyes; but not with pain. It was at the happy consciousness that at last I had come across some one who really cared for me personally. Uncle George"s scanty amount of affection for me was due to the fact of my being his brother"s child, while Molly, the maid- servant, the only one else who had ever evinced any kindly feeling towards me, had been actuated by pity for my forlorn and neglected condition amongst my own kindred; but Tom was my very own friend, mine by choice and selection. Had he not singled me out and taken my part, besides asking me to be his comrade? That alone would have made me his staunch ally, even without the proffer of his friendship; so, needless to say, I vowed there and then my fealty as his chum through thick and thin!
Presently, Tom took me round to a side door of the house, through which admittance was gained to the kitchen, where, procuring some water, he helped me to stop the bleeding from my nose, caused by Slodgers" blow, and otherwise wash away the traces of the combat. We subsequently returned to the "playground," Tom saying that we could remain there if we liked until the tea-bell rang, as it was a half-holiday, and there were no more lessons for the day.
The other boys had mostly gone in by this time, disappearing in batches of twos and threes, tired of being out in the bare yard, and having exhausted all attempts at amusing themselves. We remained here over an hour longer, walking up and down, exchanging confidences and forming the most wonderful plans of what we would do together bye-and-bye, not only while at school, but when we grew up and went into the world. I, of course, told him all about my cruel bringing-up under Aunt Matilda"s auspices, and he imparted the information that he was almost an orphan like myself; his father, who was a clergyman, having died early and left his widowed mother with a large number of children to support on a scanty income; whence the fact of his being at such a poor second-rate school as Dr h.e.l.lyer"s, about which Tom then proceeded to unfold the most wonderful revelations.
The master, he said, in spite of his generally having thirty boys at least, from whom he managed to get an income of six hundred a year or so, was always in hard straits, and at his wit"s end for money; although, apparently, he could not have any great expenditure, the rent of the house or houses occupied by the school being cheap, his cost for the aid of masters not by any means excessive, and the boys" keep not too extravagant, judging by the meals they had. Dr h.e.l.lyer was "an ignorant, uncultivated brute," Tom averred, and his degree of "Doctor"
was only derived from the fact of his having paid ten dollars to an American university to air this specious prefix to his scholastic name!
The whole school, my new friend told me, was a sham, for, instead of there being some dozen of masters, as stated in the prospectus sent to Uncle George, there were only two besides "The Doctor"--Mr Smallpage, the mathematical master, called by the boys "Smiley," on the _lucus a non lucendo_ principle, I suppose, because his face ever bore an expression of gravity; and Monsieur Achile Phelan, professor of foreign languages and dancing, christened by Tom Larkyns "The Cobbler," on account of his teaching a certain number of extra-paying pupils how to "heel and toe."
Whatever was the reason for "The Doctor"s" hardupishness, however, the fact was undeniable; and Tom said that for weeks at a time the establishment would be in a state of siege, from tradespeople coming after their "little accounts," which the master put off settling as long as he could. The old woman who had opened the door to me, my chum stated, was popularly believed to be the princ.i.p.al"s maternal relative, as she kept a watchful eye upon the portal, besides presiding over the interior economy of the school. She was so sharp, Tom averred, that she could smell a "dun," experience having so increased the natural keenness of her scent.
Sometimes, too, Tom said, when Dr h.e.l.lyer could get no credit with the butcher, they lived on Australian tinned mutton, which he got wholesale from the importers, as long as three months at a stretch; and once, he pledged me his word, when the baker likewise failed to supply any more bread by reason of that long-suffering man"s bill not having been paid for a year, Dr h.e.l.lyer, not to be beaten, went off to Portsmouth and bought a lot of condemned ship biscuits at a Government sale in the victualling yard, returning with this in triumph to the school, and serving it out to the pupils in rations, the same as if they had been at sea!
In the midst of all these interesting disclosures, a terrible drumming, buzzing noise filled the air.
"What"s that din?" I asked Tom.
"Oh, that"s the tea-gong," he replied. "We must go in now, as we"ll get none if we are late, for the Doctor teaches punctuality by example."
"He told me he had "a way of his own" for making his pupils obey him,"
said I.
"Did he? Ah, you"ll soon find out what a brute he is! Let us look at your nose, though, Martin, before you go in. You recollect what he said about not fighting, eh?"
"Yes; does it look all right now?" I asked, anxiously.
"Pretty well," said Tom, critically examining the damaged organ. "A little bit puffy on the off side but I think it will pa.s.s muster, and you"ll escape notice if that sneak Slodgers doesn"t split about his eye--which I believe you"ve pretty nicely marked for him."
"Do you think he"ll tell?" I whispered to Tom as we ascended the steps and he turned the handle of the door leading into the house.
"More than likely, if the Doctor pitches on to him! He will spin a fine story about your having attacked him, too, to excuse himself; for he"s a liar as well as a cur and a bully. But, come on, Martin, look sharp!
There"s the second gong, and if we"re not at table in our seats before it stops, it"ll be a case of pickles!"
With these words, Tom dashed into the pa.s.sage with me after him; and, after racing up a bare, carpetless flight of stairs, I found myself in a wide large room, which, the evening having closed in, was lighted up only by a single gas-burner. This made its bareness all the more apparent; for, with the exception of having a long table stretching from end to end--now covered with a semi-brownish white table-cloth, and cups and saucers and plates, not forgetting a monstrous big tin teapot like a Chinese junk, in the centre, and a couple of narrow deal forms without backs placed on either side for seats--the apartment had no other furniture, a broad shelf attached to the wall opposite the fireplace serving as a buffet, and an armchair at the head of the festal board, for the presiding master, completing its equipment.
Tom had whispered to me as we went up-stairs that either "Smiley" or "The Cobbler" would officiate at the tea-table, those two worthies taking that duty in turn; but this evening, strange to say, whether in honour of my arrival or on account of some other weighty motive, the seat of honour at the end of the table was filled by the portly form of the head of the establishment.
"By Jove!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Tom, sliding into a vacant place along the form nearest the door, and motioning to me to follow his example, "something"s up, or he wouldn"t be here!"
Tom"s supposition proved correct.
Something was "up" with a vengeance--at least as far as I was concerned.
CHAPTER FOUR.
SCHOOL EXPERIENCES.
As two or three others, late like ourselves, were scrambling into their places when Tom and myself took our seats, while the old woman who had opened the door for me was bustling about the table, filling a series of tin mugs from the Chinese junk teapot and pa.s.sing them along towards the outstretched hands that eagerly clutched at them _en route_ downwards from the head of the board, I hoped that my damaged face would have escaped notice, but the master"s ferret-eyes singled me out apparently the instant I entered the room, for he pounced on me at once.
"Boy Leigh," he shouted out in his deep rolling voice, "stand up!"
I obeyed the order, standing up between the table and the form on which I had been sitting; but Dr h.e.l.lyer said nothing further at the time, after seeing me come to the att.i.tude of "attention," as a drill sergeant would have termed it, and there I remained while the other pupils proceeded with their meal. You must remember that I was almost famishing, for I had had nothing to eat all day beyond the scanty breakfast which I was too much excited to eat before leaving my uncle"s house at Islington in the morning; while the long journey by rail combined with the effects of the fresh sea air had made me very hungry.
It may be imagined, therefore, with what wolfish eyes I watched the boys consuming the piles of bread-and-b.u.t.ter which the old woman distributed, after serving out the allotted allowance of tea in each pupil"s mug!
Tom looked up at me sympathisingly every now and then between the bites he took out of the thick hunches on his plate; but the fact of my starving state did not appear to affect his appet.i.te. This made me feel hurt at my chum"s indifference to my sufferings, envying the while every morsel he swallowed, and wondering when my suspense would cease; and, although I had not then heard of the tortures of the cla.s.sic Tantalus, my feelings must have much resembled those of that mythical person during this ordeal.
At the expiration of, I suppose, about twenty minutes, within which interval every one of the busy crowd round the table had made short work of his portion, not leaving a crumb behind as far as I could notice, the master, pushing back his armchair, got on his feet, an example immediately followed by all the boys, and, all standing up, he said grace.
This ended, the boys, with much shuffling of feet on the bare boards composing the floor of the apartment, were about to rush out _en ma.s.se_, when Dr h.e.l.lyer arrested the movement.
"Stop!" he cried in stentorian tones, drowning the clatter of feet and whispering of voices; "the pupils will remain in for punishment!"
Every face was turned towards him, with astonishment, expectancy, and dread marked in each feature; and, with a gratified grin on his broad flabby countenance, he remained for a moment or two apparently gloating with gusto over the consternation he had created, amidst a stillness in which you could have heard a pin drop.
After holding all hearts for some time in suspense in this way, glaring round the room with an expression of diabolical amus.e.m.e.nt, such as a cat may sometimes a.s.sume when playing with a mouse before finally putting it out of its misery, Dr h.e.l.lyer spoke again. It was to the point.
"Boy Leigh," he exclaimed, "come here."
I advanced tremblingly to where he stood. Though I was pretty courageous naturally, his manner was so strange and uncanny that he fairly frightened me.