It did not sound a very probable combination; but Paul used the first names that occurred to him, and, as it happened, aroused no suspicions, for the boys read no newspapers.
"Well, we"ve got the other now," said c.o.ker. "We shall have to go back and get the fellow at the bookstall to change it, I suppose. Come on, you fellows!"
This was at least a move in the right direction; for the three began at once to retrace their steps. But, unfortunately, all these explanations had taken time, and before they had gone many yards, Mr. Bult.i.tude was horrified to hear the station-bell ring loudly, and immediately after a cloud of white steam rose above the station roof as the London train clanked c.u.mbrously in, and was brought to with a prolonged screeching of brakes.
The others were walking very slowly. At the present pace it would be almost impossible to reach the train in time. He looked round at them anxiously. "H-hadn"t we better run, don"t you think?" he asked.
"Run!" said c.o.ker scornfully. "What for? I"m not going to run. You can, if you like."
"Why, ah, really," said Paul briskly, very grateful for the permission; "do you know, I think I will!"
And run he did, with all his might, rushing headlong through the gates, threading his way between the omnibuses and under the Roman noses of the mild fly-horses in the enclosure, until at length he found himself inside the little booking-office.
He was not too late; the train was still at the platform, the engine getting up steam with a dull roar. But he dared not risk detection by travelling without a ticket. There was time for that, too. No one was at the pigeon-hole but one old lady.
But, unhappily, the old lady considered taking a ticket as a solemn rite to be performed with all due caution and deliberation. She had already catechised the clerk upon the number of stoppages during her proposed journey, and exacted earnest a.s.surances from him that she would not be called upon to change anywhere in the course of it; and as Paul came up she was laying out the purchase-money for her ticket upon the ledge and counting it, which, the fare being high and the coins mostly halfpence, seemed likely to take some time.
"One moment, ma"am, if you please," cried Mr. Bult.i.tude, panting and desperate. "I"m pressed for time."
"Now you"ve gone and put me out, little boy," said the old lady fussily.
"I shall have to begin all over again. Young man, will you take and count the other end and see if it adds up right? There"s a halfpenny wrong somewhere; I know there is."
"Now then," shouted the guard from the platform. "Any more going on?"
"I"m going on!" said Paul. "Wait for me. First single to St. Pancras, quick!"
"Drat the boy!" said the old lady angrily. "Do you think the world"s to give way for you? Such impidence! Mind your manners, little boy, can"t you? You"ve made me drop a threepenny bit with your scrouging!"
"First single, five shillings," said the clerk, jerking out the precious ticket.
"Right!" cried the guard at the same instant. "Stand back there, will you!"
Paul dashed towards the door of the booking-office which led to the platform; but just as he reached it a gate slammed in his face with a sharp click, through the bars of it he saw, with hot eyes, the tall, heavy carriages which had shelter and safety in them jolt heavily past, till even the red lamp on the last van was quenched in the darkness.
That miserable old woman had shattered his hopes at the very moment of their fulfilment. It was fate again!
As he stood, fiercely gripping the bars of the gate, he heard Coggs"
hateful voice again.
"Hallo! so you haven"t got the _Globe_ and the other thing after all, then; they"ve shut you out?"
"Yes," said Mr. Bult.i.tude in a hollow voice; "they"ve shut me out!"
16. _Hard Pressed_
"Mark the poor wretch, to overshoot his troubles, How he outruns the wind, and with what care He cranks and crosses with a thousand doubles: The many musets through the which he goes Are like a labyrinth to amaze his foes."
As soon as the gate was opened, Paul went through mechanically with the others on to the platform, and waited at the bookstall while they changed the paper. He knew well enough that what had seemed at the time a stroke of supreme cunning would now only land him in fresh difficulties, if indeed it did not lead to the detection of his scheme.
But he dared not interfere and prevent them from making the unlucky exchange. Something seemed to tie his tongue, and in sullen leaden apathy he resigned himself to whatever might be in store for him.
They pa.s.sed out again by the booking-office. There was the old lady still at the pigeon-hole, trying to persuade the much-enduring clerk to restore a lucky sixpence she had given him by mistake, and was quite unable to describe. Mr. Bult.i.tude would have given much just then to go up and shake her into hysterics, or curse her bitterly for the mischief she had done; but he refrained, either from an innate chivalry, or from a feeling that such an outburst would be ill-judged.
So, silent and miserable, with slow step and hanging head, he set out with his gaolers to render himself up once more at his house of bondage--a sort of involuntary Regulus, without the oath.
"d.i.c.kie, you were very anxious to run just now," observed Chawner, after they had gone some distance on their homeward way.
"We were late for tea--late for tea," explained Paul hastily.
"If you think the tea worth racing like that for, I don"t," said Coggs viciously; "it"s muck."
"You don"t catch me racing, except for something worth having," said c.o.ker.
One more flash of distinct inspiration came to Paul"s aid in the very depths of his gloom. It was, in fact, a hazy recollection from English history of the ruse by which Edward I., when a prince, contrived to escape from his captors at Hereford Castle.
"Why--why," he said excitedly, "would you race if you had something worth racing for, hey? would you now?"
"Try us!" said c.o.ker emphatically.
"What do you call "something"?" inquired Chawner suspiciously.
"Well," said Mr. Bult.i.tude; "what do you say to a shilling?"
"You haven"t got a shilling," objected Coggs.
"Here"s a shilling, see," said Paul, producing one. "Now then, I"ll give this to any boy I see get into tea first!"
"Bult.i.tude thinks he can run," said c.o.ker, with an amiable unbelief in any disinterestedness. "He means to get in first and keep the shilling himself, I know."
"I"ll back myself to run him any day," put in Coggs.
"So will I," added Chawner.
"Well, is it agreed?" Paul asked anxiously. "Will you try?"
"All right," said Chawner. "You must give us a start to the next lamp-post, though. You stay here, and when we"re ready we"ll say "off"!"
They drew a line on the path with their feet to mark Paul"s starting point, and went on to the next lamp. After a moment or two of anxious waiting he heard Coggs shout, all in one breath, "One-two-three-off!"
and the sound of scampering feet followed immediately.
It was a most exciting and hotly contested race. Paul saw them for one brief moment in the lamplight. He saw Chawner scudding down the path like some great camel, and c.o.ker squaring his arms and working them as if they were wings. Coggs seemed to be last.
He ran a little way himself just to encourage them, but, as the sound of their feet grew fainter and fainter, he felt that his last desperate ruse had taken effect, and with a chuckle at his own cleverness, turned round and ran his fastest in the opposite direction. He felt little or no interest in the result of the race.
Once more he entered the booking-office and, kneeling on a chair, consulted the time-board that hung on the wall over the sheaf of texts and the missionary box.