"THEM AS IS BORN TO BE HANGED."
It might have been presumed that Bob Dimsted would either have tried to
render some assistance or else have raised an alarm.
Bob Dimsted did nothing of the kind.
For certain reasons of his own, and as one who had too frequently been
in the hot water of trouble, Master Bob thought only of himself, and
catching his line in his hand as he quickly drew it from the water, he
hastily gathered up his fishing paraphernalia, and ran off as hard as he
could go.
He had time, however, to see Dexter's wet head rise to the surface and
then go down again, for the unwilling bather had one leg hooked in the
bough, which took him down once more, as it yielded to the current, and
the consequence was that when Dexter rose, breathless and
half-strangled, he was fifty yards down the stream.
But he was now free, and giving his head a shake, he trod the water for
a few moments, and then struck out for the shore, swimming as easily as
a frog.
A few sturdy strokes took him out of the sharp current and into an eddy
near the bank, by whose help he soon reached the deep still water,
swimming so vigorously that before long he was abreast of the doctor's
garden, where a group beneath the trees startled him more than his
involuntary plunge.
For there, in a state of the greatest excitement, were the doctor and
Helen, with Peter Cribb, with a clothes-prop to be used for a different
purpose now.
Further behind was Dan'l Copestake, who came panting up with the longest
handled rake just as Dexter was nearing the bank.
"Will he be drowned?" whispered Helen, as she held tightly by her
father's arm.
"No; he swims like a water-rat," said the doctor.
"No, no," shouted Dexter, beginning to splash the water, and sheering
off as he saw Dan'l about to make a dab at him with the rake.
There was more zeal than discretion in the gardener's use of this
implement, for it splashed down into the water heavily, the teeth nearly
catching the boy's head.
"Here, catch hold of this," cried Peter Cribb.
"No, no; let me be," cried Dexter, declining the offer of the
clothes-prop, as he had avoided it before when he was on the top of the
wall. "I can swim ashore if you'll let me be."
This was so self-evident that the doctor checked Dan'l as he was about
to make another skull-fracturing dash with the rake; and the next minute
Dexter's hand clutched the grass on the bank, and he crawled out, with
the water streaming down out of his clothes, and his short hair gummed,
as it were, to his head.
"Here!" he cried; "where's my fish?"
"Fish, sir!" cried the doctor; "you ought to be very thankful that
you've saved your life."
"O Dexter!" cried Helen.
"I say, don't touch me," cried the boy, as she caught at his hand. "I'm
so jolly wet."
He was like a sponge just lifted out of a pail, and already about him
there was a pool.
"Here, quick, sir; run up to the house and change your clothes," cried
the doctor.
"But I must get my fish, sir."
"Fish!" cried the doctor angrily; "that's not the way to fish."
"Yes, it was, sir; and I caught one."
"You caught one!"
"Yes, sir; a beauty."
"Look here, Dexter," cried the doctor, catching him by his wet arm; "do
you mean to tell me that you dived into the river like that and caught a
fish!"
"No, sir; I fell in when I was getting my line out of the tree."
"Oh, I see."
"Beg pardon, sir," said Dan'l sourly; "but he've broke a great branch
off this here tree."
"Well, I couldn't help it," said Dexter, in an ill-used tone. "I caught
my line in the tree, and was obliged to get up and fetch it, and--stop a
minute. I can see it. All right."
He ran off along the river-bank till they saw him stoop just where the
wall dipped down into the river. There he found the rod floating close
to the edge, and, securing it, he soon after drew in the loose branch he
had cut off the tree, and disentangled his line, with the little roach
still on the hook.
"There!" he cried in triumph, as he ran back with rod, line, and fish;
"look at that, Miss Grayson, isn't it a beauty, and--What are you
laughing at!"
This was at Peter Cribb, who was grinning hugely, but who turned away,
followed by Dan'l.
"Them as is born to be hanged'll never be drowned," grumbled the old
gardener sourly, as the two men went away.
"No fear of him being drowned," said Peter. "Swims like a cork."
"It's disgusting; that's what I say it is," growled Dan'l; "disgusting."
"What's disgusting?" said Peter.
"Why, they cuddles and makes a fuss over a boy as is a reg'lar noosance
about the place, just as any other varmint would be. Wish he had
drowned himself. What call was there for me to come and bring a rake!"
"Ah, he's a rum un, that he is," said Peter. "And master's a rum un;
and how they can take to that boy, Miss Helen specially, and have him
here's more'n I can understand. It caps me, that it do."
"Wait a bit, my lad, and you'll see," cried the old gardener. "He's
begun his games just as such a boy would, and afore long this here
garden will be turned into such a wreck as'll make the doctor tear his
hair, and wish as he'd never seen the young rascal. He's a bad un; you
can see it in his eye. He's got bad blood in him, and bad blood allus
comes out sooner or later. Peter Cribb, my lad--"
"Yes."
"We're getting old fellow-servants, though you're only young. Peter, my
lad, I'm beginning to tremble for my fruit."
"Eh?"
"Yes; that I am, my lad," said Dan'l in a whisper. "Just as I
expected--I was watching of him--that rip's took up with bad company,
Poacher Dimsted's boy; and that means evil. They was talking together,
and then young Dimsted see me, and run away."
"Did he?"
"Did he? Yes, he just did; and you mark my words, Peter Cribb, it will
not be long before the gov'ner gets rid of him."
"Oh yes; it's a very beautiful fish," said the doctor testily; "but make
haste in. There, run and get all your wet things off as quickly as you
can."
Dexter was so deeply interested in the silvery scales and graceful shape
of his fish that he hardly heard the doctor's words, which had to be
repeated before the boy started, nodded shortly, and ran off toward the
house, while his patron walked to a garden chair, sat down, and gazed up
at Helen in a perplexed way.
Helen did not speak, but gazed back at her father with a suppressed
laugh twinkling about the corners of her lips.
"You're laughing at me, my dear," said the doctor at last; "but you mark
my words--what I say is true. All this is merely the froth of the boy's
nature, of which he is getting rid. But tut, tut, tut! All this must
be stopped. First a new cap destroyed by being turned into a bucket,
and now a suit of clothes gone."
"They will do for a garden suit, papa," said Helen, speaking as if she
had had charge of boys for years.
"Well, yes: I suppose so," said the doctor. "But there: I am not going
to worry myself about trifles. The cost of a few suits of clothes are
as nothing compared to the success of my scheme. Now let's go in and
see if the young dog has gone to work to change his things."
The doctor rose and walked up the garden, making comments to his
daughter about the course of instruction he intended to pursue with
Dexter, and on reaching the house and finding that the object of his
thoughts was in his bedroom, he went on to the study just as Maria came
from the front door with a letter.
"Letter, eh? Oh, I see. From Lady Danby!"
The doctor opened the letter.
"Any one waiting!" he said.
"Yes, sir. Groom waiting for an answer."
"I'll ring, Maria," said the doctor, and then he smiled and looked
pleased. "There, my deaf," he cried, tossing the note to his daughter.
"Now I call that very kind and neighbourly. You see, Sir James and Lady
Danby feel and appreciate the fine manly conduct of Dexter over that
cattle, and they very wisely think that he not only deserves great
commendation, but that the present is a favourable opportunity for
beginning an intimacy and companionship."
"Yes, papa," said Helen, with rather a troubled look.
"Danby sees that he was wrong, and is holding out the right hand of good
fellowship. Depend upon it that we shall have a strong tie between
those two boys. They will go to a public school together, help one
another with their studies, and become friends for life. Hah! Yes.
Sit down, my dear," continued the doctor, rubbing his hands. "My kind
regards to Sir James and Lady Danby, that I greatly appreciate their
kindness, and that Dexter shall come and spend the day with Edgar on
Friday."
Helen wrote the note, which was despatched, and the doctor smiled, and
looked highly satisfied.
"You remember how obstinate Sir James was about boys?"
"Yes, papa. I heard a part of the conversation, and you told me the
rest."
"To be sure. You see my selection was right. Dexter behaved like a
little hero over that adventure."
"Yes," said Helen; "he was as brave as could be."
"Exactly. All justification of my choice. I don't want to prophesy,
Helen, but there will be a strong friendship between those boys from
that day. Edgar, the weak, well-born boy, will always recognise the
manly confidence of Dexter, the er--er, well, low-born boy, who in turn
will have his sympathies aroused by his companion's want of--er--well,
say, ballast."
"Possibly, papa."
"My dear Helen, don't speak like that," said the doctor pettishly. "You
are so fond of playing wet blanket to all my plans."
"Oh no, papa; I am sure I will help you, and am helping you, in all
this, but it is not in my nature to be so sanguine."
"Ah, well, never mind that. But you do like Dexter!"
"Yes; I am beginning to like him more and more."
"That's right. I'm very, very glad, and I feel quite grateful to the
Danbys. You must give Dexter a few hints about behaving himself, and,
so to speak, keeping down his exuberance when he is there."
"May I say a word, papa!"
"Certainly, my dear; of course."
"Well, then, I have an idea of my own with respect to Dexter."
"Ah, that's right," said the doctor, smiling and rubbing his hands.
"What is it!"
"I have been thinking over it all a great deal, dear," said Helen, going
to her father's side and resting her hand upon his shoulder; "and it
seems to me that the way to alter and improve Dexter will be by
example."
"Ah yes, I see; example better than precept, eh!"
"Yes. So far his life has been one of repression and the severest
discipline."
"Yes, of course. Cut down; tied down, and his natural growth stopped.
Consequently wild young shoots have thrust themselves out of his
nature."
"That is what I mean."
"Quite right, my dear; then we will give him as much freedom as we can.
You will give him a hint or two, though."
"I will do everything I can, papa, to make him presentable."
"Thank you, my dear. Yes, these boys will become great companions, I
can see. Brave little fellow! I am very, very much pleased."
The doctor forgot all about the broken branch, and Dexter's spoiled suit
of clothes, and Helen went to see whether the boy had obeyed the last
command.