"Yes, sir."
"Latin _and_ English," said the relentless pedagogue.
"Yes, sir."
"And, Charteris--I am speaking now--er--unofficially, not as a headmaster, you understand--if in future you would cease to break School rules simply as a matter of principle, for that, I fancy, is what it amounts to, I--er--well, I think we should get on better together.
And that is, on my part at least, a consummation--er--devoutly to be wished. Good-night, Charteris."
"Good-night, sir."
The Head extended a large hand. Charteris took it, and his departure.
The Headmaster opened his book again, and turned over a new leaf.
Charteris at the same moment, walking slowly in the direction of Merevale"s, was resolving for the future to do the very same thing. And he did.
[9]
HOW PAYNE BUCKED UP
It was Walkinshaw"s affair from the first. Grey, the captain of the St Austin"s Fifteen, was in the infirmary nursing a bad knee. To him came Charles Augustus Walkinshaw with a scheme. Walkinshaw was football secretary, and in Grey"s absence acted as captain. Besides these two there were only a couple of last year"s team left--Reade and Barrett, both of Philpott"s House.
"Hullo, Grey, how"s the knee?" said Walkinshaw.
"How"s the team getting on?" he said.
"Well, as far as I can see," said Walkinshaw, "we ought to have a rather good season, if you"d only hurry up and come back. We beat a jolly hot lot of All Comers yesterday. Smith was playing for them. The Blue, you know. And lots of others. We got a goal and a try to _nil_."
"Good," said Grey. "Who did anything for us? Who scored?"
"I got in once. Payne got the other."
"By Jove, did he? What sort of a game is he playing this year?"
The moment had come for Walkinshaw to unburden himself to his scheme.
He proceeded to do so.
"Not up to much," he said. "Look here, Grey, I"ve got rather an idea.
It"s my opinion Payne"s not bucking up nearly as much as he might. Do you mind if I leave him out of the next game?"
Grey stared. The idea was revolutionary.
"What! Leave him out? My good man, he"ll be the next chap to get his colours. He"s a cert. for his cap."
"That"s just it. He knows he"s a cert., and he"s slacking on the strength of it. Now, my idea is that if you slung him out for a match or two, he"d buck up extra hard when he came into the team again. Can"t I have a shot at it?"
Grey weighed the matter. Walkinshaw pressed home his arguments.
"You see, it isn"t like cricket. At cricket, of course, it might put a chap off awfully to be left out, but I don"t see how it can hurt a man"s play at footer. Besides, he"s beginning to stick on side already."
"Is he, by Jove?" said Grey. This was the unpardonable sin. "Well, I"ll tell you what you can do if you like. Get up a scratch game, First Fifteen _v._ Second, and make him captain of the Second."
"Right," said Walkinshaw, and retired beaming.
Walkinshaw, it may be remarked at once, to prevent mistakes, was a well-meaning idiot. There was no doubt about his being well-meaning.
Also, there was no doubt about his being an idiot. He was continually getting insane ideas into his head, and being unable to get them out again. This matter of Payne was a good example of his customary methods. He had put his hand on the one really first-cla.s.s forward St Austin"s possessed, and proposed to remove him from the team. And yet through it all he was perfectly well-meaning. The fact that personally he rather disliked Payne had, to do him justice, no weight at all with him. He would have done the same by his bosom friend under like circ.u.mstances. This is the only excuse that can be offered for him. It was true that Payne regarded himself as a certainty for his colours, as far as anything can be considered certain in this vale of sorrow. But to accuse him of trading on this, and, to use the vernacular, of putting on side, was unjust to a degree.
On the afternoon following this conversation Payne, who was a member of Dacre"s House, came into his study and banged his books down on the table with much emphasis. This was a sign that he was feeling dissatisfied with the way in which affairs were conducted in the world.
Bowden, who was asleep in an armchair--he had been staying in with a cold--woke with a start. Bowden shared Payne"s study. He played centre three-quarter for the Second Fifteen.
"Hullo!" he said.
Payne grunted. Bowden realized that matters had not been going well with him. He attempted to soothe him with conversation, choosing what he thought would be a congenial topic.
"What"s on on Sat.u.r.day?" he asked.
"Scratch game. First _v._ Second."
Bowden groaned.
"I know those First _v._ Second games," he said. "They turn the Second out to get butchered for thirty-five minutes each way, to improve the First"s combination. It may be fun for the First, but it"s not nearly so rollicking for us. Look here, Payne, if you find me with the pill at any time, you can let me down easy, you know. You needn"t go bringing off any of your beastly gallery tackles."
"I won"t," said Payne. "To start with, it would be against rules. We happen to be on the same side."
"Rot, man; I"m not playing for the First." This was the only explanation that occurred to him.
"I"m playing for the Second."
"What! Are you certain?"
"I"ve seen the list. They"re playing Babington instead of me."
"But why? Babington"s no good."
"I think they have a sort of idea I"m slacking or something. At any rate, Walkinshaw told me that if I bucked up I might get tried again."
"Silly goat," said Bowden. "What are you going to do?"
"I"m going to take his advice, and buck up."
II
He did. At the beginning of the game the ropes were lined by some thirty spectators, who had come to derive a languid enjoyment from seeing the First pile up a record score. By half-time their numbers had risen to an excited mob of something over three hundred, and the second half of the game was fought out to the accompaniment of a storm of yells and counter yells such as usually only belonged to school-matches. The Second Fifteen, after a poor start, suddenly awoke to the fact that this was not going to be the conventional ma.s.sacre by any means. The First had scored an unconverted try five minutes after the kick-off, and it was after this that the Second began to get together. The school back bungled the drop out badly, and had to find touch in his own twenty-five, and after that it was anyone"s game. The scrums were a treat to behold. Payne was a monument of strength. Time after time the Second had the ball out to their three-quarters, and just after half-time Bowden slipped through in the corner. The kick failed, and the two teams, with their scores equal now, settled down grimly to fight the thing out to a finish. But though they remained on their opponents" line for most of the rest of the game, the Second did not add to their score, and the match ended in a draw of three points all.
The first intimation Grey received of this came to him late in the evening. He had been reading a novel which, whatever its other merits may have been, was not interesting, and it had sent him to sleep. He awoke to hear a well-known voice observe with some unction: "Ah! M"yes.