“I find myself to-day,” said he, “in a mood of the most blissful content. You, sir, can you tell me why that is?”
“No,” said Terence. “Unless somebody has mended that hole in your trouser pocket for you during the holidays and your locker2 key doesn’t fall through into your sock any longer. That used to irritate you a good deal last term, I remember.”
“That is not the correct answer,” responded Rouse. “And you will, moreover, be awarded one bad mark for your stupidity. If you are going to have another shot, I think you had better stand half-way, with the ladies and the little boys.”
“It leaves me cold,” said he.
“Then I will speak with more warmth,” snapped Rouse, “you poor frozen piece of fish. Let me tell you that you are what our American cousins would term a boob or bone-head. If you were to unhook your heels from my mantelpiece and come and balance yourself beside me for a minute, you would perhaps understand what I mean. Just now the Grey Man 262passed along the top road going towards Mainwright’s. When he had gone I found myself casting my eye around the old estate, and I may assure you, young Nicholson, the place did not seem the same.”
“You were looking at it from a different angle,” explained Terence. “It’s that squint4 of yours. You never know where you’re looking half the time.” A brief silence followed. At last Rouse came over to the fire and, standing5 beside Terence, placed his hands on his hips6 and began to explain.
“The Grey Man has come back and the good sun is shining once more over the old homeside. That’s what I mean, you flat,” said he. “When I look back,” he added after a moment, “it seems to me that two things stand out from amongst the events of last term. Passing over those bad times when we heard that Toby was to go and that house footer was to stop, and such good times as the Rainhurst match, the two things that I always remember first are the moment when I first knew that I was not to be captain of Rugger, and the moment when I realised that Coles was giving me a licking.”
“It is of some interest to me to know,” said Terence, “that you are actually able to think of two things at once. I was not previously8 aware that you could.”
Rouse took no notice.
“The fact that I am responsible for the dud year Harley has had at Rugger,” said he, “worried me a good deal until I had a chow-chow with your brother, and then I began to look forward to this term as I have never looked forward to any term before. Now I am really back again, and the Grey Man has returned. I tell you, Nick, my son, I feel good. In other words, I am chock full of beans.”
“That must be what I heard rattling9 about inside your head just now,” answered Terence, “though it sounded to me more like dried peas.”
263“The days which I have spent with Mr Carr have been some of the happiest of my life,” insisted Rouse, “and they have done me such a power of good that I am half inclined to catch you a severe clip on the head in token.”
Terence rose and stretched himself.
“Mr Carr,” said he, “is a white man. What do you make the time? I’ve an idea we ought to be getting down to the meeting.”
Rouse consulted his watch, moved to the window and looked out.
“Yes,” said he, “they’re beginning to show up. Foster and Pointon are coming down the road and Smythe is just going by. Give me your hand and we will tag along.”
As they left the house and started across towards the hall where the general meeting was to be held Rouse became peculiarly quiet. Once Terence turned to him and noted10 the brightness of his eyes, and Rouse looked up and spoke11.
“I wish I hadn’t talked so much about my blissful content,” he observed. “I’m beginning to feel a bit different. It’s perfectly12 true that nobody who knows Coles wants him to be captain of boxing, and it would be a jolly good lesson to him if he missed it, particularly during a term when we’re going all out to smash the record, but it isn’t everybody who does know Coles.”
“Well?”
“And,” demanded Rouse, “why should they want me anyhow? I’m not the only fellow in the school who goes in for games. I had my innings last term, and I played it about as cleverly as a fellow who goes into a nursery to amuse a kid and promptly13 treads on his balloon. If anybody does mention my name at the meeting as a possible captain, the probability is that chaps will get up one by one and go out groaning14. I should say that most of the fellows 264are sick to death of my name. That’s how I feel about it anyway.”
“You feel like that about it,” said Terence gently, “because you’re batty. It isn’t your fault. We must learn not to laugh at you for it. You just can’t help it. You’re batty, that’s all.”
“Not at all. I was as keen as mustard to learn to box, especially from a man like Mr Carr, but I’d just as soon box for the school like an ordinary chap as be stuck on top and made captain.”
“They want you as captain,” said Terence, “because the whole school will follow you and do whatever you say, and they want the whole school to go boxing mad. It may interest you to know that I intend to don the gloves and clout15 a few people myself in due course.”
Rouse shook his head.
“Everybody who’s spoken to me,” concluded Terence, “everybody who is anybody——”
“Nobody’s anybody very much,” observed Rouse, “after they’ve once been seen speaking to you.”
“Everybody who is anybody,” repeated the other indifferently, “has been enthusiastic about it beyond all expectations. They reckon——”
He stopped. They had come to the entrance to the hall, and Rouse made his way in and hurriedly deposited himself upon a convenient chair.
“Sit down,” he commanded. “Don’t stand up there staring. I don’t want any attention called to me at all. I feel about the most congenital idiot any human being could feel.”
Terence sat down.
“Are you quite sure you can see all right from there,” he inquired. “Shall I ask that pretty gentleman in front to take his hat off?”
“That isn’t a hat,” said Rouse, casting dull care aside in the swiftly changing manner that was his wont16, “that’s the gentleman’s hair. He has it 265like that because he’s in the wool-gathering business. It isn’t quite the same colour as it used to be last term though, is it? There seems a faint suspicion of early autumn about it. He’s been reading that advertisement, ‘All handsome men are bronzed,’ I expect, and he thinks it refers to the hair.”
“Would you mind asking your little boy to be quiet,” he said courteously19. “I find his remarks a trifle distracting, and I’ve paid for my seat the same as what you ’ave.”
“One of the curls is missing,” commented Rouse. “Is some lady the proud possessor, or has his little brother been playing with the shears20? It gives the head a rather mothy appearance anyhow. Reminds me of a part-worn doormat more than anything else.”
“Oh, rub his face in a bun,” retorted the gentleman with the golden locks.
Rouse opened his mouth to reply but his final comment was cut short. Toby Nicholson had risen and there had come a respectful hush21. Then, because it was his first official appearance on his return to Harley, cheering broke out. He coloured awkwardly and stood for a minute waiting the chance to speak, and eventually he began. He spoke just long enough to explain the position to them, and to remind those who might not have realised the fact that the school must certainly have suffered in reputation by the leanness of the term just past.
“The way to win back our name as one of the first sporting schools in England,” said Toby, “is not to attempt a late cut at a football season, but to put the whole of our heart and soul into boxing and the sports. For that reason you need a captain who can really lead the school into a record year. Boxing has always counted for more at Harley than at many other schools, and this term it must count as the only 266game worth while. We want every fellow in the school who’s capable to try his hand at it. Only so can we find the very best talent in the school.” He stopped. “Who is proposed?” he said after a moment.
Without delay a peculiarly villainous-looking youth rose from his seat and stood for a moment waiting.
Rouse nodded towards him.
“That lad has a nice open face,” he observed gravely.
“Open?” whispered Terence. “You wait till he laughs. It opens from ear to ear.”
There came the muffled22 sound of a suffocated23 guffaw24, and at the same moment the terrible young man spoke.
“I propose Coles,” said he, “the senior old colour.”
“I second that,” declared another, rising swiftly from a corner seat.
There was a moment’s hesitation25, then a totally different type of fellow bobbed up from a position close to Rouse. It was Smythe, and he spoke with vigour26.
“Mainwright’s house have held a meeting to-day, and on their behalf I wish to propose that Rouse be elected captain of boxing.”
He offered no explanation. He just waited a moment and then sat down.
Forthwith Saville rose from beside Coles.
“Seconded,” said he.
There was a sweeping27 murmur28 partly of surprise and partly of assent29, and then Toby looked round them quickly.
“Is anyone else proposed?”
It was evident that there was not. But the villainous young man who had spoken first rose in his seat defiantly30 and faced Toby.
“It is quite natural, sir,” said he, “that after 267last year’s disappointment some of the fellows should want to pay Rouse this compliment, but it is an unwritten law that the captain of any game shall always be the senior old colour of the game and, if possible, the best man at it.”
Next Pointon rose.
“Is it not a fact, sir,” he inquired, “that when one selects a captain one chooses a man with certain definite capabilities31 as a leader, and not necessarily the best man at the game? Sometimes the two go together, but this year we require above anything else the man who can get the very most out of the school. Is there any unwritten law which prevents Rouse being proposed in that capacity?”
Toby seemed about to answer, but there came instead a sharp surprise. Coles himself was upon his feet, just as when he had once before been frivolously32 nominated as captain of Rugger, and he was looking round them brazenly33, as if by making a bold show he could effectually hide the fear that was in him. And this was the fear. Towards the end of last term it had become common knowledge in Seymour’s not only that he was sending a fag to get whisky for him from the town, but that, although he had been the prime instigator34 in the affair that had brought Roe35 expulsion, he had made no attempt whatever to help Roe or to alleviate36 his heavy share of punishment. In point of fact, he had slunk off. The school had begun to realise this and Coles knew it. The fear that it might possibly prevent his unanimous election as captain had troubled him during the holidays, but at such times he had found comfort in the fact that he could not see any suitable rival who could be sent up against him. He knew now the limit of their search for a man. The best they could find was Rouse, a fellow whom he had thrashed in his study. A scornful smile was playing about his lips. He began to speak.
268“Look here,” he said, “I wanted to keep out of this.”
That was how one might have expected Coles to begin. They listened to him listlessly. For a while he seemed to be idly chattering37, as if seeking to make clear his own great modesty38, but at last he came to the point. He was suggesting a fight. They listened now with pricked39 ears. A look of surprised delight had flashed into Toby’s eyes. Rouse was peering at Coles incredulously. But it was true. He was claiming the rights of an old colour.
“Before a man who has never shown any interest in boxing treads on all precedent40 and makes himself a dummy41 captain,” Coles had said, “other fellows ought to be given a chance to see what he can do. Let Rouse come into the ring. If he can beat me I shall be delighted to vote for him myself.”
He was rambling42 on pleadingly in this strain when it was suddenly noticed that Rouse too was upon his feet.
“I’m perfectly ready to fight you,” said he, “to-day.”
To the Grey Man Toby explained it in another light.
“It was what I had hoped might happen,” he said. “Because if we left it to an election they would elect Rouse, and that would leave Coles with a virtual grievance43. But as it is, he himself has chosen this means of ballot44, and if he is beaten now he can have no cause for complaint at all, and Harley will be the healthier for seeing a fellow whom they have at last summed up thoroughly45 well outed.”
The school gymnasium was packed from end to end. Wherever one looked boys of all shapes and sizes seemed to be piled one on top of the other to the level of the roof. Whoever had not properly understood the truth about Coles knew it now. 269The position was very clear indeed. All that had been whispered about him in the last days of the Christmas term had been true. The fellows in Seymour’s had admitted it. Coles had turned spy. He had palled46 up to the school’s worst enemy. He had bullied47 his fag. He had got whisky into the house and through him Roe had been expelled. He had done no single thing for which the school did not, now that they understood, condemn48 him with unutterable disgust. And Rouse was standing up to him now to fight him and, if he could, to give him the licking he so richly deserved, as a present from the school. Coles’ day of reckoning had come. Only one thing troubled them. No one could say how Rouse could be expected to win. It was true that they had such astounding49 confidence in his ability to do the seemingly impossible that this did not worry them very much. After all, he had won the Rainhurst match when it had seemed to be lost.
Yet even supposing he had spent his holidays learning to box so as to be able to rescue them from the dread50 results of Coles becoming their boxing captain, could he with a bare month’s practice really hope to defeat the man who had boxed for the school at Aldershot?
Coles was first into the ring. He came with a lofty and contented51 air, looking significantly round the crowded walls. Then he sat down and Rouse came into sight. The bearing of those whose only part was to look on was very proper. There was no hysterical52 cheering. Each man received a courteous18 round of applause. Toby Nicholson came to the ropes and told them briefly53 the object of the match. Once again clapping was the only evidence of their approval. The moments passed.
At last it was time.
In a breathless silence the two rose to their feet. Justice had turned to them now to hold the scales 270in a steady hand. They were meeting at last on level terms. No study walls hemmed54 them in. Their quarrel was to be fought at last fairly to a finish. Staring stolidly55 one at the other they met, and their right hands touched for a moment in token that the play was fair. Then they slipped suddenly into a ready stance and the fight had begun.
Now Rouse began to realise that the things Johnny Winter had told him must be true. That terrible nervousness that had been upon him for the last two hours had passed. Doubt and mistrust in his power to do this thing that the whole school were expecting of him had precipitately56 vanished, as Johnny had declared they would when once he was in the ring, and in their place had come, not overflowing57 confidence, but detachment.
His mind grew concentrated upon the immediate58 future in a way that entirely59 obliterated60 all that tensely watching crowd from the picture. He was isolated61 from them. He could not see things from their point of view at all. He only knew that he had been appointed by the school to deal punishment to one whom they had condemned62, and the task had so tightened63 every sinew in his body that he was fretting64 to begin. It had become impossible to conceive defeat. Coles had come to the end of his innings and was faced with the reckoning of his score against the school. And he had to reckon now not with a miserable65 novice66 but with one who understood clearly how to use his fists. Rouse had learned no tricks. He had not even acquired the art of easy movement in the ring, but he knew how to stand and how to hit, and the straight left which was almost the only blow that Johnny had allowed him to rely upon was ready for its work. The moment that Coles’ hands were up Rouse slipped in. Coles waited for him, just as he had waited when they had fought in a study, ready to shoot in his counter the instant Rouse 271exposed himself. But times had changed. Rouse showed him one quick threatening movement with his right, and as Coles slipped to avoid the blow, there came at him like a piston67, very straight from the left shoulder, a closed glove, hard and weighted like a loaded stick, and it thudded against his mouth and jolted68 back his head.
He reeled with astonishment69, and jumped in with a vengeful counter, under a somewhat mistaken impression that the blow was a fluke. But he was met by a sure and classic guard that kept out every blow he knew; and the moment that he tired of trying and drew back to think things over, that left came out again and helped him on his way. And suddenly he understood. He had been trapped. His pride in the use of his fists had led him into a mad challenge, and the truth was shining from Rouse’s steely eyes. He read the message as many another bully70 has read it sooner or later in a bragging71 career. This man had him cold. Somebody had touched up the fellow’s dogged courage with a little science, and Rouse was no longer asking to be knocked out. For Coles it was going to be the fight of his life. He began to move nimbly about the ring, his feet slipping noiselessly over the boards as he tempted72 Rouse this way and that in the hopes of drawing him. But Rouse had been coached too well. He understood perfectly what this meant. Coles had not fought him this way before. His straight left had hurt Coles, and he was going to keep away.
Rouse began to move steadily73 towards him. Coles danced eagerly across his front, but footwork availed him little. Gradually Rouse’s left foot began to work its way in, and at last, when it was against Coles’ toe and he knew that a step would carry him within striking distance, he darted74 in, and his left went out again and smashed against the other’s face. There was a moment of grim excitement as Coles answered 272him with a rain of violent drives and uppercuts that displayed his temper, but at last it could be seen that Rouse was safely through the trial none the worse for wear, and that Coles was flushed with heat. For a while he drew back and waited, then as Rouse began to work in again with his guard well up and his chin covered by the point of his shoulder, Coles sprang up against him and bore him back. There was a brief grim tussle75 for supremacy76 at close quarters, and then out of the fury of the rally there gradually emerged the undoubted victor. Rouse had thrust his man away by sheer strength and had drawn77 back for a heavy blow. As Coles bored in again he struck out. The blow took Coles on the side of the chin as he bounded forward, and he just staggered sideways and fell in a heap.
For a moment he lay there. There was no applause. The silence was more telling. He lay puzzling out what to do, and then at last he got up and looked for Rouse with eyes that were ablaze78 with wrath79. Rouse had waited for a sign that he was ready, and now, as Coles put up his hands, he walked in and began the real work that he had to do. So far he had merely steadied his man. The last blow had been the signal that this phase was over. The thrashing that he deserved was to come. Coles could box and it was difficult to work him into a corner, but his fiery80 temper was a decided81 help to Rouse, and at length he had Coles against the ropes, standing with legs apart and both gloves held in a threatening attitude of readiness. Rouse looked at him grimly and came in. For a moment there was a whirl of fists. Then just as before the better man emerged. A glove flashed up from his hip7 and almost lifted Coles off his feet with the force of its landing. Coles tried to answer with his left, but he was off his balance, and Rouse merely dodged82 back, then swung in again with the whole weight of his body behind his glove. 273This time Coles fell slowly, like a man struggling against unconsciousness, and at last when he hit the boards he lay still.
Rouse drew back, watching him inscrutably. Still there was no applause. Coles was not yet entirely done for. He had not yet been punished to the full. He got up groggily83 and stood waiting. Rouse moved in and struck him again. He rocked and tried to collect himself for a final effort.
For the crowd who stood watching it was a glorious moment. Once again Rouse had achieved the seemingly impossible. Coles stood there swaying in defeat and no man could rightly tell his thoughts, but at last, when he saw Rouse moving to hit him again, he leant forward and struck out with left and right as he came. One blow landed, but it failed to stop Rouse, and he came on slowly, relentlessly84. His glove swung from the shoulder and landed against the other head with a thud. Coles began to fall. He made one effort to hit back. As he righted himself he exposed his chin, and Rouse let go a blow that carried every atom of his strength. This time Coles just threw out his hands, and dropped in a limp heap at his feet.
Rouse turned to his comer with a sigh of untold85 satisfaction. He had only one fear, and that was that Coles might recover in time to come up for another round. He wanted to have turned the tables on Coles with real effect. Coles had beaten him in one round.
For a moment he was in doubt. Then Toby finished counting and made a quick sign with his hand.
Coles’ second came into the ring and picked him up.
Rouse had won. Still there was no applause. He looked once towards Terence, but he gave no sign of real gladness. His feelings were part and parcel 274of the feelings of the entire school. A traitor86 had met with his deserts. There was nothing to clap about.
And then quite suddenly he realised his mistake. They had merely been waiting for Coles to be carried away. Now they had turned to him, and thunder began to roll from every side towards him. It grew and grew until the windows were rattling in their frames and the rafters of the gym. were trembling with concussion87. Louder and louder it swelled88. Wherever he looked hands were beating the air. He tried to make his way to the dressing-room. He was seized by strong arms and hoisted89 up. He tried to quell90 them. It was no good. The pent-up excitement of the last term’s end was too much for their control. Yesterday’s captain had become to-day’s. What could they do but cheer?
Across the playing fields there came a little man clad in a sombre suit and wearing upon his head a soft felt hat of great respectability. As he came he looked from side to side as if in doubt as to which road he ought to take, and so when he came within sight of the school gymnasium he stopped. Next moment a noise like the crashing to earth of some gigantic edifice91 shattered his very ear-drums, and he stood swaying for a moment, shaken from head to foot. At last he turned towards the building from which that vast explosion had appeared to come, and as his senses gradually reassumed their balance he realised that the thunderous echo of it was continuing. He began to walk on, his head turned in astonishment as he went, and as the noise grew and grew he stopped again, his blue eyes wide with wonder.
Then from the doorway92 of the gym. there came a stream of running youngsters, who turned in the open and waited for those behind to form a vast 275half-circle. Next he saw Toby Nicholson thrust out into the open by the weight of the mob behind him, and at last there came a kaleidoscopic93 mass of humanity tumbling out from the doors in a tidal wave, bearing upon its crest94 the boy that he had taught to box.
Then he began to understand, and so he slowly smiled.
He was still smiling like this when Toby disengaged himself and, seeing him, came across to shake his hand with extraordinary vigour.
“I have come as I promised,” said the little man, “because I have found the very man you want, and he is ready to start as your coach to-morrow if your Headmaster is agreeable. I thought I would come down and see him myself.”
“The Headmaster wants to meet you,” said Toby. “And you couldn’t have come at a better time. Your man has won.”
He turned to look for a moment quizzically upon the seething95 mob, and suddenly moved forward and beckoned96 to a tall thin boy who had detached himself from the crowd and seemed to be looking for his cap. This he recovered at last and came towards them.
“Hope,” said Toby, “I want to introduce you to this gentleman. He is Carr’s father and he taught Rouse to box.”
Henry looked at the little man over the tops of his glasses, the excited flush still evident upon his cheek and his breath still laboured. Then he solemnly raised his cap and held out his hand.
“I am very proud to know you, sir,” said he. “Your son has come back to Morley’s now and we are firm friends.” He suddenly turned his head. The scene was growing into one of indescribable commotion97. He looked once longingly98, then turned to Toby as if in pleading. “If you would just excuse 276me a minute, sir,” said he, “I really must go and cheer a bit.”
He went off with a sudden raking stride, shouting wild cat calls through cupped hands, and the little man turned to Toby.
“It would be better for you to tell them who I am, Mr Nicholson, than to let them be deceived,” said he. “You see—that boy raised his hat to me.”
Toby nodded his head.
“Yes,” said he, “of course. Any boy here always raises his hat to another boy’s father.”
The little man did not entirely understand.
“But,” he began, “a professional boxer——”
Toby stopped him.
“You taught Rouse to box,” he said, “and he knocked Coles out. I can’t explain any more. The fellows at this school will always raise their hats to you.”
“It makes me feel almost as if I were a—gentleman,” said Johnny simply.
Toby looked at him with a fond smile.
“Come to the Head,” said he, “and be introduced. You’ll understand better after you’ve seen him.”
Rouse sat in his bath.
The comfort of hot water wrapping him round was bringing to him a wonderful sense of restfulness and repose99. The shouting had died away at last and he was alone. Somewhere he understood that the school were forming into a queue that stretched twice across the playing fields, waiting to give in their names as desirous of taking up boxing during the coming term. He looked ahead and he could see no single cloud upon the far horizon. The year was shaping its course for breaking record. He was amazingly content, and when at last there came a knock upon the 277door he turned in surprise and waited a moment before he said in guarded tones:
“Who’s that?”
“I’ve brought you a couple of hot towels,” was the answer. “I thought you’d like them.”
For a moment Rouse lay still, utterly100 and finally at peace with all the world. At last he replied.
“Terence, my boy,” said he, “you are not, all things considered, at all a bad old stick. One of these days I am inclined to think that I shall very probably learn to like you.”
It was, as we know, only in moments of the deepest emotion that Rouse ever called Terence by his proper name.
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