The Willoughby Captains Part 60

There was a general laugh at this.

"By the way, have you got it here?"

"No fear! I'll take good care you don't see it again, you cads!"

"Eh? By the way, that reminds me we never paid Bosher out for being a Radical, you fellows," said Parson.

"Oh, no--oh, yes, you did!" cried Bosher. "I apologise, you fellows.

I'll let you see the diary, you know, some day. Really, I'm not a Radical."

Fortunately for Bosher, the political excitement at Willoughby had quite worn away, so that no one now felt it his duty to execute the sentence of the law upon him and, after being made to apologise on his knees to each of the company in turn, he was solemnly let off.

"You see," said Parson, returning to the point, "we've been up before Parrett twice this term; that's the mischief. We might have chanced a spree of some sort, only if we get pulled up again he may expel us."

There was some force in this argument, and it was generally agreed it would be better for Willoughby that the risk of a calamity like this should not be incurred.

"Fact is," said Telson, cutting another slice of bread, "Willoughby's going to the dogs as hard as it can. The seniors in our house are down on you if you do anything. I even got pulled up the other day for having a duel with young Payne with elastics. Awful spree it was! We gave one another six yards, and six shots each. I got on to his face four times, and once on his ear, and he only hit me twice. One of mine was right in his eye, and there was a s.h.i.+ndy made, and I got sixty lines from Fairbairn."

"What a frightful shame!" cried the company. "Yes," said King; "and it's just as bad here. The new monitors pull you up for everything.

You can't even chuck boots about in the pa.s.sage but they are down on you. It was bad enough when Game and that lot were monitors, but ever since they've been turned out and the new chaps stuck in it's worse."

"And they say it's just as bad in Welch's," said Wakefield. "You know,"

said Parson, profoundly, pouring himself out a fresh cup--"you know, if Riddell and Bloomfield ever took it into their heads to pull together, we'd have an awful time of it."

The bare possibility of such a calamity was enough to sober even the wildest spirit present.

"These seniors are a nuisance," said Telson, after a pause; "and the worst of it is, we can't well pay them out."

"Not in school, or in the Big either," said King. "We might stick nettles in their beds, you know," suggested Bosher, "or something of that sort."

"Rather low, that," said Parson, "and not much fun."

"Would leeches be better?" said Bosher, who had lately been giving himself to scientific investigation.

It was considered leeches might not be bad, but there was rather too much uncertainty about their mode of action. That was a sort of thing more in Cusack's and the Welchers' line than the present company's.

"I tell you what," said Telson, struck with an idea, "we might get at them in Parliament; they're always so jolly fond of talking about fair play there, and every one being equal. Do you know, I think we might have a little fling there!"

"Not at all a bad idea," said Parson, admiringly--"jolly fine idea! We can do what those cads do in the newspapers--obstruct the business!

Rattling idea!"

"Yes; and fancy Messrs. Telson, Parson, Bosher, and Co. being suspended," said King.

"They couldn't do it, I tell you," said Bosher; "we'd kick up a s.h.i.+ne about freedom of speech, and all that. Anyhow, it would be rather a spree, whether we were kicked out or not. We'd be a `party' you know!"

The idea took, and an animated consultation took place. Parson, for a junior, was very well up in the "rules of the House," and at his suggestion the notice-paper for to-morrow's a.s.sembly was got hold of and filled with "amendments."

"Call them amendments," said he, "and they can't say anything."

"Oh, all serene," said Telson, who had implicit confidence in his friend.

"For instance, here you are," said Parson. "`Mr Coates to move that Cla.s.sics is a n.o.bler study than Mathematics.' Amendment proposed: `Instead of "n.o.bler" say "viler."' Proposed by Bosher, further amendment: `Instead of "n.o.bler" say "beastlier."' Proposed by Telson--(`Hear, hear,' from Telson)--further amendment: `Instead of "n.o.bler" say "more idiotic."' You see it can easily be worked, and when we've done with `n.o.bler' we can start on the `is' and amend it to `are,'

do you twig? There'll have to be a division over each. I say it'll be an awful lark!"

Little dreaming of the delightful treat in store for it, Willoughby a.s.sembled next afternoon, expecting nothing better than a dull debate on the well-worn question of cla.s.sics _versus_ mathematics. They were destined to experience more than one surprise before the meeting was over.

Riddell, who had spent a dismal day, not knowing what to do or think, and vainly hoping that Wyndham might by his own free confession solve the bitter problem, came to the meeting. It was the least wretched thing he could do. Anything was better than sitting alone and brooding over his secret.

For the first time he received a cheer as he entered and took his accustomed place. Willoughby was grateful to him for that catch in the Rocks.h.i.+re match. How, at any other time, the captain would have rejoiced over that cheer! But now he hardly heard it.

All the other heroes of the match received a similar ovation in proportion to the service they had done, and when, just at the last moment, Fairbairn, Coates, and Crossfield came in together, the "House"

rose at them and cheered tremendously.

The business was preceded by the usual questions, none of which, however, were very important. After the captain's performance last week, and perhaps still more after his speech in the House a week or two ago, honourable men had shown themselves less active in "baiting" him and asking him offensive questions, and on this occasion he was only interrogated once, and that was by Cusack, who wanted to know whether they were not going to get a whole holiday in honour of the Rocks.h.i.+re match? The captain replied that he had heard nothing about it.

Bosher was put up to ask Bloomfield whether he considered Eutropius fit reading for young boys? Loud cheers from all the small boys in question greeted the inquiry, in the midst of which Bloomfield cunningly replied that the honourable member had better give notice of the question for next time.

Then rose Telson, with all the dignity of office, and solemnly inquired of Mr Stutter, the Premier, whether he was aware that a new party had lately been formed in the House, consisting of Messrs. Telson, Parson, Bosher, King, and Wakefield, called the "Skyrockets," whose object was to look after the interests of the juniors all over the school, and who would be glad to receive fresh members at one s.h.i.+lling a head?

Stutter, who was scarcely heard in the uproar which followed this sensational announcement, meekly replied that he had not heard a word about it, an answer which, for some reason or other, provoked almost as much laughter as the question.

"All very well for them to grin," growled Telson, who had expected a somewhat different reception to his important question: "wait till we start on the amendments."

The opportunity soon arrived. Coates being called upon to open the debate, let off the speech he had prepared, and if he did not convince the House that cla.s.sics was a n.o.bler study than mathematics, he at least showed that he had convinced himself.

The "Skyrockets" had barely the patience to hear him out, and the moment he had done, Parson started to his feet, and shouted, "Mr Chairman and gentlemen, I beg to move an amendment--"

Here Bloomfield, whom the sight of the notice-paper had prepared for what was coming, interposed, "When I am ready for the honourable member I will call on him. The motion is not yet seconded."

"No, no! That won't wash, will it, you fellows?" cried Parson, excitedly, planting himself firmly in his place, and evidently seeing through the deep designs of the enemy. "Bother seconding! I mean to move my amendment, if I stick here all night! (Terrific Skyrocket cheers.) We kids have been snubbed long enough, and we're going to make a stand!" ("Question," "Order.") "All very well for you to sing out `Order'--"

The Chairman:

"Will the honourable member--"

"No, he won't!" screamed Parson, with the steam well up; "and he's not going to! I've got a right to be heard--we've all got a right to be heard, and we're going to be heard, what's more! (Tremendous cheers from the club.) We're all equal here, aren't we, you chaps?"

("Rather!")

Here Fairbairn rose to order, but Parson was too quick for him.

"No, no!" he cried, "we don't want any of your jaw! We're not going to be shut up by you! We're a party, I tell you, and we're bound to stick out!" ("Hear, hear," from Bosher.) "We expected you'd be trying to sit on us, but we made up our minds we won't be sat on! (Prolonged cheers.) I've not begun my speech yet--(laughter)--and I don't mean to till you hold your rows!"

Here there were loud cries of "Order" from various parts of the House, which, however, only served to inspirit the speaker, who proceeded at the top of his voice, "It's no use your going on like that. (I say, you chaps," added he, turning round to his companions, "back me up, I'm getting husky.) You think we're a lot of fools--"

("We're a lot of fools!" chimed in the chorus, by way of backing up their orator.)

"But we're not as green as we look!"

("Green as we look!")