"Suppose not."
"The difficulty is Drummond. You see, we are both the same weight, and he"s much better than I am. I"m hoping that he"ll go in for the Middles and let me take the Light-Weights. There"s n.o.body he couldn"t beat in the Middles, though he would be giving away a stone."
"Have you asked him?"
"Not yet. I want to keep it dark that I"m learning to box, just at present."
"Spring it on them suddenly?"
"Yes. Of course, I can"t let it get about that I go to Joe Bevan, because I have to break bounds every time I do it."
"The upper river"s out of bounds now for boarders, isn"t it?"
"Yes."
Jack Bruce sat in silence for a while, his gaze concentrated on the road in front of him.
"Why go by river at all?" he said at last. "If you like, I"ll run you to the "Blue Boar" in the motor every day."
"Oh, I say, that"s awfully decent of you," said Sheen.
"I should like to see old Joe again. I think I"ll come and spar, too.
If you"re learning, what you want more than anything is somebody your own size to box with."
"That"s just what Joe was saying. Will you really? I should be awfully glad if you would. Boxing with Joe is all right, but you feel all the time he"s fooling with you. I should like to try how I got on with somebody else."
"You"d better meet me here, then, as soon after school as you can."
As he spoke, the car stopped.
"Where are we?" asked Sheen.
"Just at the corner of the road behind the houses."
"Oh, I know. Hullo, there goes the lock-up bell. I shall do it comfortably."
He jumped down.
"I say, Bruce," he said, "I really am most awfully obliged for the lift. Something went wrong with my boat, and I couldn"t get back in it.
I should have been frightfully in the cart if you hadn"t come by."
"That"s all right," said Jack Bruce. "I say, Sheen!"
"Hullo?"
"Are you going to practise in the music-room after morning school tomorrow?"
"Yes. Why?"
"I think I"ll turn up."
"I wish you would."
"What"s that thing that goes like this? I forget most of it."
He whistled a few bars.
"That"s a thing of Greig"s," said Sheen.
"You might play it tomorrow," said Bruce.
"Rather. Of course I will."
"Thanks," said Jack Bruce. "Good night."
He turned the car, and vanished down the road. From the sound Sheen judged that he was once more travelling at a higher rate of speed than the local police would have approved.
XIV
A SKIRMISH
Upon consideration Sheen determined to see Linton about that small matter of the boat without delay. After prayers that night he went to his study.
"Can I speak to you for a minute, Linton?" he said.
Linton was surprised. He disapproved of this intrusion. When a fellow is being cut by the house, he ought, by all the laws of school etiquette, to behave as such, and not speak till he is spoken to.
"What do you want?" asked Linton.
"I shan"t keep you long. Do you think you could put away that book for a minute, and listen?"
Linton hesitated, then shut the book.
"Hurry up, then," he said.
"I was going to," said Sheen. "I simply came in to tell you that I know perfectly well who sunk my boat this afternoon."
He felt at once that he had now got Linton"s undivided attention.
"Your boat!" said Linton. "You don"t mean to say that was yours! What on earth were you doing at the place?"
"I don"t think that"s any business of yours, is it, Linton?"
"How did you get back?"