"There'll be no more copies of your precious magazine issued from this establishment, I warn you," he flared1. "Call yourself captain of a gentlemen's school! You're captain of a lot of prigs and bullies2, that's what you are!"
Dick was getting used to reverses of fortune nowadays, and he received this outburst calmly.
"I've some recollection that you called me the soul of honour last term," he replied. "Now you apparently3 think me a hooligan."
"I didn't say that. But you're a captain of hooligans all the same, Mr. Forge. A nice life you let them lead my poor boy last term! I sent him to Foxenby to learn to be a gentleman—not having had the advantages of a public-school education myself—and instead he's set-upon and browbeaten4 daily by gangs of young blackguards, and you never lift a finger to protect him."
Dick looked bewildered. "I don't know what you're talking about," he said. "How, please, does this concern me? Your son at Foxenby! Who, pray, may that be?"
"My name is Mawdster, and my son's name is Peter. Now, perhaps you'll 'get' me. My poor, delicate boy has been shockingly ill-treated, and you've stood by and looked on. Come, you don't deny it, Mr. Forge."
This was truly an eye-opener to Dick. Clear as noonday now became the mystery of young Mawdster's championship of the Rag. That parting shot of his, in which he had told the co-editors that he had not meant to praise the contents of the Rag, but only its printing and "make-up", was fully5 explained. The manager of the Cleartype Press and the fat, unhealthy Squirm were father and son.
"Well, Mr. Mawdster, I admit that your boy has become unpopular with his class-mates, but he boards in Holbeck's House and is therefore not under my protection. His remedy for ill-treatment lies with his own prefect and housemaster. I cannot interfere6 in any circumstances."
"Oh, can't you, Mr. High-and-mighty Captain!" snarled7 the manager, mocking Dick's dignified8 tones. "But you'll jolly well have to, or I'll know the reason why. You've got into my ribs9 for a lot of money—more perhaps than you dream of—and I guess I hold the whip-hand of you all right. You'll either take my poor boy's part at Foxenby or sup sorrow, Mr. Forge."
"Don't be vulgar, and don't be absurd, Mr. Mawdster. Keep business and private affairs apart. Admittedly, I cannot pay you yet for publishing the magazine, but on that account you shall not blackmail10 me."
At this the manager suddenly dropped his threatening manner, and became more like his old suave11 self. He commenced to wheedle12.
"Look here, Mr. Forge, don't let us quarrel, you and me," he said. "You've got a rare lot of power at Foxenby if you like to use it. I appeal to you as a father. I love my boy—he's the only child we've got, and it cost a little fortune to rear him, he was so weak at first. But I'd spend another fortune—ay, all I've got in the world—to see him happy and to know he was making nice chums amongst gentlemen's sons up yonder. Stop them bullyin' him, Mr. Forge, and—and——"
"And what?" asked Dick.
"And I'll present you with a signed receipt for every penny that your magazine has cost me," the printer blurted13 out. "I say, that's fair, isn't it? You couldn't have a more sporting offer."
Beneath his calm exterior14 Dick was conscious of a heart that beat quickly and uncomfortably. Here, if he could bring himself to adopt it, was a way out of all his difficulties! But he gave no second thought to the temptation.
"It is neither a sporting offer nor a workable one, Mr. Mawdster," he answered, without hesitation15. "I am sorry you are unhappy about your son, but I can do nothing for him."
"What! You, the Captain of Foxenby, can't save my poor lad from being beaten black and blue?"
"Etiquette be blowed!" cried the manager. "You've got to stick up for my boy, or else——"
"drop that, Mr. Mawdster. I won't be threatened. If you are dissatisfied with your son's treatment, why don't you write to his housemaster, or direct to the Head himself?"
"And have the poor, dear lad hounded out of the place as a tell-tale! Not much, young fellow—he's suffered enough already without that. See here, Mr. Stiff-neck Forge, you and I have got to have a straight talk about this editorial stunt18 of yours."
"Certainly. That's why I came here so soon."
"I've published three numbers of the magazine on art paper, and they've cost a lot of money. If I pass you the bill now, can you pay it?"
"I'm sorry to say I cannot."
"Very well, then. You're a minor19, and therefore I can't sue you in the County Court. I knew of that risk when I took your job on, but I trusted to your honour as a gentleman."
"You shall be paid every farthing in the end."
"So you say! But I'm not prepared to wait. Either you'll pay now, on the nail, or you'll protect my boy from insult and injury!"
"I have already explained that I can do neither."
The two faced each other angrily now. No quarter was asked or given.
"Is that your last word, Mr. Forge?"
"Quite!"
"Then your blood be on your own stupid head. A fortnight from to-day, when your next number is due to be published, I shall go to your headmaster and tell him how you've let me in! Politely ask him, I shall, to write to your people about it, or to give me their address so's I can write them myself."
At once Dick's thoughts turned home in alarm to his distressed20 aunt and disdainful stepmother. There were strong reasons, of a different character, why neither should know of his humiliating bother.
"Oh, don't do that, Mr. Mawdster, please!" he pleaded.
"Ah, that touches you, does it?" sneered21 the printer. "You wince22 now, my proud young aristocrat23. Well, I rather thought you'd see reason in the end. You've got a fortnight's grace. Stretch a protectin' wing over my poor, delicate boy, and all will be well. Be pig-headed, and it won't! Your people will know all about it, and so will the whole school. Nice pie for the editor of The Foxonian, eh? He won't half smack24 his lips over it!"
These were the taunting25 words which followed Dick through the doorway26 as he wisely decided27 to go. It was a relief to pass from the stuffy28 printing-office into the clear air of a frosty January afternoon. Out in the street he had rather less of the feeling of a rat caught hopelessly in a trap.
"The beggar has me by the throat," he groaned29 inwardly. "Either I've got to save the skin of his corpulent skunk30 of a son, or be shown up at home and here as a fellow who doesn't pay his debts. Dear old Roger little guessed what a rod he was making for my back when he egged me on to start journalism31."
It was the Moston half-holiday, and farm-lads were strolling about in their best bell-bottomed trousers, in search of more amusement than the little place was capable of providing. Some of them had gathered in the Tavern32 Square, and were entertaining themselves by roughly baiting Fluffy33 Jim, the village idiot.
One big rustic34, probably about eighteen years of age, though he had the beginnings of a strong beard on his unbarbered chin, was holding Fluffy Jim's head tightly between his legs while the other lads took turns at knocking dust out of the idiot's clothes with the ash-sticks and canes35 they carried.
"Nah then, yo' chaps, let drive at him," shouted the biggest tyrant36. "Iverybody as makes him 'bale oot' sco?ars one point, and them chaps 'at he 'shoots' mo?ast for gets a fat cigar apiece!"
To "bale oot" and to "shoot" meant the same thing in the dialect of the district—the poor half-witted boy was to be made to shout out in pain beneath the succession of strokes, and from this cruel pastime the yokels37 were obviously deriving38 coarse amusement. Now, Dick had no reason to feel tenderly disposed towards the village idiot, who had had so much to do with one of the greatest disappointments of his life. Nevertheless his blood boiled as he joined the little crowd of watchers, some of them elderly men, and realized that, far from showing any desire to interfere, they seemed actually to be enjoying the "fun".
Dick had meant going straight into the inn to claim the shelter of the snug39 little private room which he had booked. His brain was in a whirl, and above everything he craved40 quietude. His last wish was to be mixed up in a brawl41 with skylarking farm-hands. The Captain of Foxenby could not really afford the luxury of a "scrap42" in the open street.
A very genuine howl of agony from Fluffy Jim settled the matter, however. Dick suddenly appeared in the centre of the laughing rustics43, and tapped the leader of them on the shoulder.
"That'll do, you," he said, curtly44. "Let Fluffy Jim go. He's had enough knocking about for to-day."
The young horseman gaped45, as well he might, for this was an audacious thing that the Foxenby schoolboy had done. The square was thick with the yokel's friends, a united rush by whom would speedily have put the intruder out and under.
"Oh, by gum! An' who's thee when tha're at ho?am?" inquired the horseman. "Run away to thee mammy, kid, afo?ar tha gets hurt!"
Great laughter rewarded this outburst of rural wit. But Dick's reply, eagerly awaited, was not in words. Catching46 hold of the yokel's neckcloth he jerked him smartly back, thereby47 releasing Fluffy Jim from that unhappy youth's painful position. In an instant there was angry uproar48.
"Hit 'im in t'mooth, Juddy! Clart 'im in t'lug, lad! Rub 'is cheeky nose in t'snow, Juddy, boy!"
Thus urged on all sides to action, "Juddy" bunched together a fist of terrifying size, swung it round a few times to emphasize its power, and then lifted it carefully to the level of Dick's eyes.
"See that?" he said. "It's what tha're goin' to get for interferin' wi' the likes o' me. Ah've gi'en thee fair warnin', so look art!"
"SEE THAT?" HE SAID
"SEE THAT?" HE SAID
He drew back his arm to strike, and Dick, secretly somewhat dismayed by the size of the fist he had been invited to inspect, got ready to defend himself. Then it was that the landlord of the "Anvil49 Inn", an old quartermaster-sergeant, took a hand in the game.
"Not here, gentlemen, I beg," said he. "Do you both want to spend a night in the lock-up? There's the bowling-green behind, nice and handy. If you must fight, come and have it out there!"
This fresh turn of events was still more hateful to Dick, who would have preferred to be done with the unfortunate affair after a quick set-to in the open. But some gratis50 sport of a thrilling character was exactly what the crowd wanted, and they swept both Dick and the horseman, willy-nilly, on to the snow-covered bowling-green at the rear.
"Now then, gents, you all know me as an old boxer51 and a clean sportsman," the landlord shouted. "So I'll be referee52 and see fair play. Juddy here will have plenty of supporters, but who's going to hold the sponge for the representative of Foxenby?"
"I will, old bean," said a man at the back of the crowd, which parted to make way for him. "Give me your coat, youngster. I'll see you through this all right."
And it was with a thankful heart that Dick saw "Chuck" Smithies, his travelling companion of the previous day, elbowing his way towards him. In this hostile crowd he was now assured of at least one friend!
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