and had given him
(1) Advice--"You had better be careful, Jackson".
(2) A present--"Two hundred lines, Jackson".
On the match being resumed at two o"clock, with four hundred lines on the score-sheet, he had played a fine, free game during afternoon school, and Mr Dexter, who objected to fine, free games--or, indeed, any games--during school hours, had increased the total to six hundred, when stumps were drawn for the day.
So on a bright sunny Sat.u.r.day afternoon, when he should have been out in the field cheering the house-team on to victory against the School House, Jackson sat in the junior day-room at Dexter"s copying out portions of Virgil, Aeneid Two.
To him, later on in the afternoon, when he had finished half his task, entered Painter, with the news that Dexter"s had taken thirty points off the School House just after half-time.
"Mopped them up," said the terse and epigrammatic Painter. "Made rings round them. Haven"t you finished yet? Well, chuck it, and come out."
"What"s on?" asked Jackson.
"We"re going to have a boat race."
"Pile it on."
"We are, really. Fact. Some of these School House kids are awfully sick about the match, and challenged us. That chap Tomlin thinks he can row.
"He can"t row for nuts," said Jackson. "He doesn"t know which end of the oar to shove into the water. I"ve seen cats that could row better than Tomlin."
"That"s what I told him. At least, I said he couldn"t row for toffee, so he said all right, I bet I can lick you, and I said I betted he couldn"t, and he said all right, then, let"s try, and then the other chaps wanted to join in, so we made an inter-house thing of it. And I want you to come and stroke us."
Jackson hesitated. Mr Dexter, setting the lines on Friday, had certainly said that they were to be shown up "tomorrow evening." He had said it very loud and clear. Still, in a case like this.... After all, by helping to beat the School House on the river he would be giving Dexter"s a leg-up. And what more could the man want?
"Right ho," said Jackson.
Down at the School boat-house the enemy were already afloat when Painter and Jackson arrived.
"Buck up," cried the School House crew.
Dexter"s embarked, five strong. There was room for two on each seat.
Jackson shared the post of stroke with Painter. Crowle steered.
"Ready?" asked Tomlin from the other boat.
"Half a sec.," said Jackson. "What"s the course?"
"Oh, don"t you know _that_ yet? Up to the town, round the island just below the bridge,--the island with the croquet ground on it, _you_ know--and back again here. Ready?"
"In a jiffy. Look here, Crowle, remember about steering. You pull the right line if you want to go to the right and the other if you want to go to the left."
"All right," said the injured Crowle. "As if I didn"t know that."
"Thought I"d mention it. It"s your fault. n.o.body could tell by looking at you that you knew anything except how to eat. Ready, you chaps?"
"When I say "Three,"" said Tomlin.
It was a subject of heated discussion between the crews for weeks afterwards whether Dexter"s boat did or did not go off at the word "Two." Opinions were divided on the topic. But it was certain that Jackson and his men led from the start. Pulling a good, splashing stroke which had drenched Crowle to the skin in the first thirty yards, Dexter"s boat crept slowly ahead. By the time the island was reached, it led by a length. Encouraged by success, the leaders redoubled their already energetic efforts. Crowle sat in a shower-bath. He was even moved to speech about it.
"When you"ve finished," said Crowle.
Jackson, intent upon repartee, caught a crab, and the School House drew level again. The two boats pa.s.sed the island abreast.
Just here occurred one of those unfortunate incidents. Both crews had quickened their stroke until the boats had practically been converted into submarines, and the rival c.o.xswains were observing bitterly to s.p.a.ce that this was jolly well the last time they ever let themselves in for this sort of thing, when round the island there hove in sight a flotilla of boats, directly in the path of the racers.
There were three of them, and not even the spray which played over them like a fountain could prevent Crowle from seeing that they were manned by Judies. Even on the river these outcasts wore their mortar-boards.
"Look out!" shrieked Crowle, pulling hard on his right line. "Stop rowing, you chaps. We shall be into them."
At the same moment the School House oarsmen ceased pulling. The two boats came to a halt a few yards from the enemy.
"What"s up?" panted Jackson, crimson from his exertions. "Hullo, it"s the Judies!"
Tomlin was parleying with the foe.
"Why the d.i.c.kens can"t you keep out of the way? Spoiling our race. Wait till we get ash.o.r.e."
But the Judies, it seemed, were not prepared to wait even for that short s.p.a.ce of time. A miscreant, larger than the common run of Judy, made a brief, but popular, address to his men.
"Splash them!" he said.
Instantly, amid shrieks of approval, oars began to strike the water, and the water began to fly over the Wrykyn boats, which were now surrounded. The latter were not slow to join battle with the same weapons. Homeric laughter came from the bridge above. The town bridge was a sort of loafers" club, to which the entrance fee was a screw of tobacco, and the subscription an occasional remark upon the weather.
Here gathered together day by day that section of the populace which resented it when they "asked for employment, and only got work instead". From morn till eve they lounged against the bal.u.s.trades, surveying nature, and hoping it would be kind enough to give them some excitement that day. An occasional dog-fight found in them an eager audience. No runaway horse ever bored them. A broken-down motor-car was meat and drink to them. They had an appet.i.te for every spectacle.
When, therefore, the water began to fly from boat to boat, kind-hearted men fetched their friends from neighbouring public houses and craned with them over the parapet, observing the sport and commenting thereon.
It was these comments that attracted Mr Dexter"s attention. When, cycling across the bridge, he found the south side of it entirely congested, and heard raucous voices urging certain unseen "little "uns"
now to "go it" and anon to "vote for Pedder", his curiosity was aroused. He dismounted and pushed his way through the crowd until he got a clear view of what was happening below.
He was just in time to see the most stirring incident of the fight. The biggest of the Judy boats had been propelled by the current nearer and nearer to the Dexter Argo. No sooner was it within distance than Jackson, dropping his oar, grasped the side and pulled it towards him.
The two boats crashed together and rocked violently as the crews rose from their seats and grappled with one another. A hurricane of laughter and applause went up from the crowd upon the bridge.
The next moment both boats were bottom upwards and drifting sluggishly down towards the island, while the crews swam like rats for the other boats.
Every Wrykinian had to learn to swim before he was allowed on the river; so that the peril of Jackson and his crew was not extreme: and it was soon speedily evident that swimming was also part of the Judy curriculum, for the shipwrecked ones were soon climbing drippingly on board the surviving ships, where they sat and made puddles, and shrieked defiance at their antagonists.
This was accepted by both sides as the end of the fight, and the combatants parted without further hostilities, each fleet believing that the victory was with them.
And Mr Dexter, mounting his bicycle again, rode home to tell the headmaster.
That evening, after preparation, the headmaster held a reception. Among distinguished visitors were Jackson, Painter, Tomlin, Crowle, and six others.
On the Monday morning the headmaster issued a manifesto to the school after prayers. He had, he said, for some time entertained the idea of placing the town out of bounds. He would do so now. No boy, unless he was a prefect, would be allowed till further notice to cross the town bridge. As regarded the river, for the future boating Wrykinians must confine their attentions to the lower river. n.o.body must take a boat up-stream. The school boatman would have strict orders to see that this rule was rigidly enforced. Any breach of these bounds would, he concluded, be punished with the utmost severity.
The headmaster of Wrykyn was not a hasty man. He thought before he put his foot down. But when he did, he put it down heavily.
Sheen heard the ultimatum with dismay. He was a law-abiding person, and here he was, faced with a dilemma that made it necessary for him to choose between breaking school rules of the most important kind, or pulling down all the castles he had built in the air before the mortar had had time to harden between their stones.