"Thank you, sir," answered Harry, brighter for the first time. Relief was come at last, and the study-door closing over the Doctor"s portly form was the welcomest sight Harry had seen for many days.
Once alone, he lingered over his tea. He knew he wouldn"t be interrupted, and the contents of the table seemed doubly good now. He even looked at some books, and at last became so absorbed in one, that he went on reading, regardless of time, till he heard the boarders"
prayer-bell ringing, at the sound of which he hurried off to bed. On the stairs he met the matron.
"Oh, Master Campbell, I was looking for you. You"re changed into No. 7 dormitory. I put your box by your bed, so you"ll know where you"re to sleep. How are you now, dear," she added, kindly, "have you heard from your papa? when"s he coming home? You"ll try and be a good boy, won"t you? You must think how it would vex your dear ma; and you won"t give Doctor Palmer cause to cane you again, I know," and Miss Parker smoothed her ap.r.o.n, and took breath after her long-winded oration.
There it was at last. Harry feared it would come sooner or later, this allusion to the crib. He burst out indignantly,--
"Mamma believed me, Miss Parker, if n.o.body else did. She knew I didn"t crib; but I won"t bear it, I won"t," he cried pa.s.sionately, as he ran up-stairs to his new destination.
CHAPTER XII.
BULLYING.
"Gas out."--The new boy"s turn--"To err is human"--Resistance--Persecution--I"ll run away.
"Well, there now," e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Miss Parker, "I never! That boy"s not a bit brought down by his mother"s death. He sticks to it, just as indignant as ever."
But Harry was out of hearing, and was sitting on his bed, staring into his box which he had just opened. Presently, there was a sound of footsteps scurrying up-stairs and along the pa.s.sages, and the door of No. 7 dormitory burst open, and its sixteen boys rushed in one after another, huddling together like a flock of sheep.
The first thing that met their eyes was Harry, who didn"t quite know whether they would speak to him or not. So he waited till one or two greeted him with a shake of the hand, and a "how-de-do, Campbell?" two or three more with a cold "hallo, Campbell!" and the rest with only a stare.
Amongst the latter were Egerton and Warburton. In about five minutes a step was heard on the landing-place below.
"Gas out," cried Egerton, "there"s Lea coming."
"Lea" was a house-master.
No one moved to obey the order.
"Now, then," cried Warburton, "who"s new boy?" Harry, where he knelt at his bedside saying his prayers, knew he was meant; but he had not jumped up from his knees to obey the order, when a slipper came hard at him. He, however, first put out the gas, and was on his knees again, finishing his prayers, when Mr Lea entered. All being quiet, and the light out, he retired. As soon as his last step was heard below, one or two voices exclaimed--
"I say, Jackson, go on with your story, where you left off last night."
"Oh, no," answered Jackson, the boy appealed to, "I ain"t new boy now.
I"ve done my turn."
The majority of the boys did not quite like to tell Harry plainly it was his turn to provide the usual nightly amus.e.m.e.nt of a story, for they felt some sort of compunction towards him, because of his mother"s death, even though they had not spoken to him; but they did not hesitate to talk pointedly about its being the new boy"s turn; that Jackson had done his turn; _he_ was the last new boy, and so on.
But as Harry took no notice of these remarks, Egerton solved the difficulty by saying curtly,--
"Campbell, it"s your turn to tell a story, so look sharp, and begin."
"I haven"t got one to tell," answered Harry, as he sat, still undressed, on his bed, unlacing his boots.
"Can"t help that," said Egerton, "you must make up one. You"re a good hand at that, aren"t you?" he sneered, brutally.
Those few words clenched the feeling of hatred that had been gradually growing in Harry"s breast towards Egerton. Then first sprang up within him a great desire of revenge, which in after years increased with Harry"s growth--of revenge on one who had thus blasted his reputation, it seemed for ever. It is true, he had but shortly risen from his knees. But do not call his prayers hypocritical, because these angry, revengeful thoughts had taken such root in him so soon. If we had not these pa.s.sions we should be divine. The only strange thing is, he was so young; for "vengeance" is usually only the cry of those of mature age. But a consideration of the circ.u.mstances in which he was placed, and the advanced temperament of his mind, will make the wonder vanish.
Harry took no notice of Egerton"s speech as far as an answer was concerned. He went on unlacing his boots in silence; but he felt his face burn white with anger.
"Now then, Campbell," cried Egerton, "none of your sulks; it won"t do.
Are you going to tell a story or not?"
"No," answered Harry, bluntly and firmly.
"But it"s your turn, Campbell," expostulated some of the others, wanting the story, but yet not wanting a row.
"I"d have tried to, if Egerton hadn"t said that," answered Harry to the last speakers, whose tone seemed somewhat consolatory to him.
"Hadn"t said what?" they asked.
"Why, said that I knew how to tell stories. You know what he meant, and it"s beastly bullying, it is," went on Harry, impetuously and indignantly, "and he knows he"s the liar, and not me," waxing bold from the apparent sympathy the silence of the room seemed to augur. But in that silence the anger of Egerton, and of a number of his special friends, was gathering; and the words were scarcely out of Harry"s mouth, when a boot came through the darkness, hitting him on the shoulder, and then another, and another.
Harry sat on his bed, boiling with rage. He did not feel in the mood for fighting, and besides, in the dark it was impossible.
Then came another ominous silence; and suddenly a scuffle of feet sounded near his bed, and before he knew where he was, his bed was suddenly dragged out into the middle of the room, turned over, and clothes, boots, sponges, wet towels, and pillows heaped upon him.
Harry was maddened: he longed to find some one to hit, but the darkness prevented that. He heard suppressed voices laughing at him, but could see not a sign of any one; the bedclothes entangled his movements; he was wet with the sponges and bruised from the boots. What could he do?
Where could he find help? "Not at school, not at school," he said to himself. "If I tell, I shan"t be believed;" and then the idea came across him--"I"ll run away." The thought was no sooner in his head, than his mind was firmly resolved. Yes, he would run away from this horrid place; anywhere, anywhere, rather than stay here.
CHAPTER XIII.
FLIGHT.
In the pa.s.sage--Past the last door--Somebody coming--Across the lawn--A footstep--The doctor!
As luck would have it, Harry"s bed was near the door. If he could but get out of the dormitory un.o.bserved by the boys, that would be at least one rung mounted on the ladder of escape. He was fully dressed, his boots only being unlaced. So taking them off, he crept towards the door, and waiting cautiously, hidden by the now-welcome darkness, till a fresh noisy onset was made by his a.s.sailants on the bed where they supposed him to be, he stealthily lifted the latch and stood on the stairs. He was not long creeping down to the first landing--a narrow carpeted pa.s.sage, full of numerous doors, and terminating in a window which looked over a shed where the boots and knives, etc., were cleaned. The stairs which led below, joined those of No. 7 dormitory at one end of the pa.s.sage, exactly opposite to the window, the distance from the window to the stairs being about ten yards. When Harry left his room he had not the least notion how he was going to accomplish his purpose. He had only a vague idea that he was running away; and it was not till he alighted at the end of the pa.s.sage mentioned, and saw from the other end the moonlight streaming in through the curtainless window, that it entered his head that there he might find means of escape.
So he stole cautiously along the pa.s.sage, nervous, excited, fearing lest he should disturb any of the sleepers in the various rooms he pa.s.sed. The whole place was so still, he could almost hear his heart thumping. The only thing besides that stirred the silence was the subdued monotonous snoring from the rooms. A waft of fresh summer night-air made his heart leap with delight and eagerness. The window was open. The rest seemed easy.
The last door was pa.s.sed, and he stood at the ledge looking out into the moonlight. How quiet everything was! Far off, across the playground, he saw a few lights burning in the different masters"
houses; but the Doctor"s, in a wing of which he was, was quite dark.
Of course, he remembered, the Doctor was out. How fortunate! and the kitchen-windows looked the other way. The roof of the boot-house was about six feet below the window-ledge. At the corner stood a water-b.u.t.t, and, against that, a large empty box turned up on end.
Everything appeared to be put there to further his escape. The boot-house stood in a yard, which opened into Dr Palmer"s garden, and from that he knew escape would be easy enough.
He had just tied his boots together, and by the aid of his pocket-handkerchief dropped them on the roof. His hands were already on the window-ledge, and one leg over, when he heard a footstep on the stairs below. What should he do? To stay as he was, motionless, would be fatal. He was full in the moonlight. To crouch down in the corner, where the moonlight did not shine, might possibly screen him. Not a second was to be lost. His resolution was formed. Over went the other leg; and, hanging with his fingers to the outside of the window-ledge, afraid to drop to the roof lest the noise should be heard, he clung trembling, while he heard the step ascending to the top dormitory. He must be off,--right away, in a few minutes; for it would not now be long before he was missed. Down he dropped the remaining distance, picked up his boots, scrambled down the water-b.u.t.t, on to the box, and there he was safe on the ground at last. The gate from the yard into the doctor"s garden was always open. He ran noiselessly through, on his bootless feet, into the garden, and across the lawn; and, skirting along where the laurels cast a dark pathway of shadow over the moonlit gra.s.s, he made for a corner of the garden-wall, near which the high road ran, and which some few days ago he had noticed was either lower than elsewhere, or somewhat tumbled down. Into the laurels he darted, and soon found the spot he wished; and, then knowing he was quite hidden, and, moreover, in a place where no one would dream of searching for him, he sat down to regain his breath; and, as he put on his boots, listened eagerly to catch the slightest sound that might warn him that his absence was discovered. Nor was it more than two or three minutes before he heard voices in the playground, and the unlocking of various doors, and lights shone suddenly in several windows.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "There he was, safe on the ground at last."--WILTON SCHOOL, page 98]