In the festivities with which the glorious victory of the School against
Rendlesham was celebrated Yorke took no part.
The captain was very decidedly down in the mouth. This was the end of
his endeavour to administer rule with a perfectly even hand, and give no
ground for a whisper of anything like unfair play to the opposition!
This was what his popularity and authority were valued at! For the
first time in her annals, Fellsgarth fellows had mutinied on the field
of battle and to their captain's face.
Had it been Dangle only, it would have mattered less. His feud with
Rollitt was notorious, and would account for any ebullition of bad
temper. But when Clapperton not only patronised the mutiny but joined
in it, things were come to a crisis which it required all Yorke's
courage and coolness to cope with.
It might have solaced him if he could have heard a discussion which was
taking place in the rebels' quarters.
"It served them precious well right," said Clapperton, trying to justify
what, to say the least of it, wanted some excuse. "We'd stood it long
enough."
"It's bad enough," said Dangle, "to have the fifteen packed with Classic
fellows; but when they take to attacking us before the whole field, it's
time something was done. I'm as certain as possible that Rollitt
deliberately knocked me over that time."
"It was rather warm measures, though," said Brinkman, "to walk off the
field. We might have got licked."
"I'm not at all sure if it wouldn't have been a very good thing if we
had," said Clapperton. "At any rate, it will be a lesson to them what
it might come to."
"Nothing like scuttling a ship in mid-ocean if you want to be attended
to. The only awkward thing is, you are apt to go down with it," said
Fullerton.
"Do shut up, and don't try to be funny," said Clapperton. "Of course no
one wants to wreck the clubs. We shall play up hard next time, and then
they'll see it's worth their while to be civil to us."
"Yes," said Brinkman, "it won't do to let them say we aren't the friends
of the School."
"There's not the least fear of any one thinking that now," gibed
Fullerton.
"Well," said Dangle, "as we are to play the return with Rendlesham this
day week, we shall have a chance of letting them see what we can do.
Only if that cad Rollitt plays, it won't be easy to be civil."
These patriotic young gentlemen were a good deal disconcerted next
morning to find that they had been reckoning without their host. The
captain had posted up the fifteen to play next week. The list contained
the names of Fullerton, Brinkman, and two others on the Modern side, but
omitted those of Clapperton and Dangle.
In their wildest dreams the malcontents had never reckoned on the
captain taking such a step as this. They knew that they were necessary
to the efficiency of any team, and that without them, especially against
Rendlesham, it would be almost a farce to go into the field at all.
At first they were disposed to laugh and sneer; then to bluster. Then
it dawned on them gradually that for once in their lives they had made a
mistake. They had not even the credit of refusing to play, but had been
ignominiously kicked out.
A council of war was held, in which mutual recriminations, assisted by
Fullerton's candid reflections on the situation, occupied a considerable
share of the time.
The result of their deliberations was that Clapperton and Dangle went
over in no very amiable frame of mind to the captain.
Yorke, as it happened, was having an uneasy conference with his own side
at the time. Delighted as the Classics were at the blow which had been
struck at the mutineers, the prospect of almost certain defeat next
Saturday made them anxious for compromise.
"If I were you," said Fisher major, "I'd give them a chance of
explaining and apologising."
"There can be no apology," said Yorke.
"You are quite right in theory," said Denton; "but wouldn't it be rather
a crow for them to see that we are licked without them?"
"We mustn't be licked," said the captain. "We held our own without them
yesterday."
"Yes; but we were on our own ground, and had a goal to the good before
they struck."
"I think old Yorke is quite right," said Ranger. "We may be licked, and
if we are they'll crow. On the other hand, if we let them play now
they'll crow worse. I think we'd better be beaten by Rendlesham than by
traitors."
"Shan't you let them play at all this half?" said Fisher.
"That depends on themselves," said Yorke.
"Hullo! here they come," said Ranger.
The two Moderns were a little disconcerted to find themselves confronted
with the body of Classic seniors.
"Oh, you're engaged," said Clapperton; "we'll come again."
"No, we were talking about the team; I suppose that's what you've come
about."
"Yes," said Clapperton; "we want to know what it means!"
"Really I don't see how it could have been put plainer. It means that
the fifteen men named are going to play on Saturday."
"Look here, Yorke," said Clapperton, "if you think I've come over here
to beg you to put Dangle and me into the team, you're mistaken--"
"I don't think it. You know it's impossible."
"All I can say is, it's sheer spite and nothing else. Dangle was
deliberately knocked over by that cad Rollitt--"
"Who is not present, and may therefore be called names with safety,"
said Ranger.
"Shut up, Ranger, there's a good fellow," said the captain.
"And Dangle had a right to object," continued Clapperton.
"He had no right to play into the hands of the other side," said Yorke.
"How do you know I did?" said Dangle.
"Do you mean to say you didn't?" said Yorke.
"I didn't come here to be catechised by you. Are you going to put
Clapperton and me in the fifteen or not? That's what we came to know."
"No--certainly not," said the captain; "and as that's all, you may as
well go."
"Very well," sneered Clapperton, who was in a high temper, "you'll be
sorry for it. Come on, Dangle."
"There's only one thing to be done now," said he, when they had got back
to their own side; "we must none of us play. That will bring them to
reason."
Brinkman approved of the idea.
"There's more sense in that," said he, "than you two sticking out. That
will reduce the team to a Classic fifteen, and if they get licked it
won't matter."
"There's no possible chance of their making up a fifteen without us?"
asked Dangle.
"None at all. They haven't the men," said Clapperton, brightening up.
"The fact is, we have them at our mercy; and if they want us to play
again they'll have to ask us properly."
"Meanwhile Fellsgarth will get on splendidly," said Fullerton.
"Shut up. Don't you see it will be all the better for everybody in the
long run?"
"I can't say I do at present. It may come by and by--"
"We must see that everybody backs up in this," said Brinkman. "One
traitor would spoil everything."
"That's what Yorke said on Saturday, wasn't it?" asked Fullerton
innocently, "At least, he said two traitors. Yorke will not see that
what's right for one fellow is naughty for another."
"Look here, Fullerton," said Clapperton, who was sensitive enough to
feel the sting of all this, "you don't suppose we're doing this for fun,
do you? Will you promise not to play on Saturday, even if you are
asked?"
"What if I don't?" said Fullerton.
"You won't find it particularly comfortable on this side of the School,
that's all," said Brinkman.
Fullerton meditated and turned the matter over.
"I think on the whole," said he, mimicking Clapperton, "that as this is
for the highest good of the School, and as everybody is to be all the
better in the long run, and as we're all going to be noble and sacrifice
ourselves together, you may put me down as not playing on Saturday.
_Dulce et decorum est pro patria_--I beg pardon, I'm not on the Classic
side yet."
The other players named on the list consented more or less reluctantly
to follow the same example. After morning school, therefore, when the
fellows looked at the notice board, they saw, to their bewilderment, the
names of the four Modern fellows struck out and the following note
appended to the captain's list--
"Notice.
"The following players protest against the exclusion of two names from
the above list, and decline to play on Saturday, viz., Brinkman,
Fullerton, Ramshaw major, and Smith."
Underneath this, a juvenile hand had carefully inscribed in bold
characters--
"Jolly good riddance of bad rubbish." Signed, "Wheatfield, W., D'Arcy,
Ashby, Fisher minor."
Fisher minor, who signed this latter manifesto by proxy had hastened to
carry the news of it to his brother.
"The cads!" said the junior. "We are sure to be beaten; I shall never
dare to get Rollitt twice running."
"What do you mean?" asked the elder brother, turning round.
"Oh, don't tell," said Fisher minor, "I didn't mean to say anything; you
see, I thought he wouldn't fly out, so I asked him last time."
"You! What do you know of Rollitt? Why should he play to oblige you?"
Fisher minor, wishing he had not mentioned Rollitt's name, related,
somewhat apologetically, the story of the adventure on the Shayle.
"Why," said the elder brother, "you saved his life, young 'un. No
wonder he's civil to you!"
"Oh, please don't tell him I told you."
"All right; but what about the boat? It must have been smashed to bits.
What did Mrs Wisdom say?"
"Oh, Rollitt was very honourable and bought her another. She told me
so--and I've seen the new boat."
"Rollitt bought it! Why, he's as poor as a church mouse. How could he
get the money, I'd like to know?"
"He got it the very next day," said Fisher minor. "I suppose he had
some; but promise you won't say anything."
"What's the use of making a secret of it? I won't say anything unless
you like. But I must go to Yorke."
The captain was quite prepared for the action of the Moderns.
"They've struck," said he. "Now the question is, shall we play on
Saturday, or scratch the match?"
The unanimous verdict was in favour of playing, whatever the result.
"Of course we are never sure of Rollitt until we've got him," said he,
"so we may have to play without him."
"Would Stratton play for us?" asked some one.
"No, don't let's go outside and ask masters. We're in for a licking;
but we'll make the best fight we can."
So yet another notice appeared on the board before nightfall.
"The School team on Saturday will consist of the following." (Here
followed the names, all, of course, on the Classical side.)
"A meeting of the clubs is summoned for October 3, at four p.m., in
Hall."
Of these two announcements the first amused, the second perplexed the
good young men of the Modern side. The new fifteen consisted half of
raw outsiders who had never played in a first-class match before, and
were utterly unknown to fame on the football field. But the summons for
October 3 was puzzling. Did it mean a general row, or was the captain
going to resign, or was an attempt to be made to expel the mutineers?
Clapperton did not like it. He had expected Yorke would have come to
terms before now, and it disconcerted him to see that, on the contrary,
the captain seemed determined to carry the thing through.
The only thing, of course, was for the Moderns to abstain in a body from
the meeting. But could they depend on their forces to obey their
leaders? It was all very well to compel four players to refuse to act;
but to constrain 120 boys to do the same was a less easy task.
It seemed to Clapperton that he would do best to strike the iron while
hot; and for that purpose he made a descent next morning into the
quarters of his fag. If he could secure the juniors, it would be
something.
He found Percy there alone, diligently working. That young gentleman
had in fact been reminded in pretty forcible terms by Mr Forder that he
had not yet handed in his Latin letter of apology ordered a week ago.
Percy had hoped if he forgot it long enough Mr Forder would forget it
too, and it had startled and grieved him very much to-day to receive
notice that unless he brought his _poena_ in an hour he would be sent up
to the doctor.
Consequently, while his comrades were out enjoying themselves, he was
here in a shocking bad temper, with a Latin Dictionary in front of him,
trying to express his contrition for having used bad language in class a
week ago.
He had got a little way. Latin prose for a Modern junior is a trifle
thorny; but Percy had a rough and ready way with him which, if it did
not emulate Cicero, at least made his meaning tolerably clear.
"Care Magistere Fordere, Ego sum excessive tristis ut ego usebam malam
linguam in classem alteram diem. Ego apologizo, et ego non facerebo
illud iterum. Ego spero ut vos voluntas prodonnere," (it took him some
time to arrive at this classical term for "you will forgive") "me hanc
tempus."
This was all very well, but it only took up about six lines out of ten,
and he was in despair how to continue. His ideas, his temper, and his
Latin had all evaporated. When Clapperton entered, he did not even look
up.
"Cut, whoever you are, and hang yourself," said he.
"Hullo, Percy! What's the row with you?"
"Don't talk to me," said Percy. "It's that beast Forder."
"Where are the others? I want to talk to you youngsters."
"How do I know where every ass in the place is? What do you want?"
The tone in which the inquiry was made was not encouraging.
"It's about the meeting next week. We don't mean to attend it."
"Don't you? Our lot does. We're going. Rather."
"It's a dodge of the other side. They're going to get the clubs into
their own hands, and we've decided none of our fellows shall go. Then
they can't do anything."
"Can't they? You don't know my young brother Wally as well as I do.
He'll do something, bless you; but I rather fancy they won't have it all
to themselves. _We'll_ put a spoke in their wheels."
"Look here, young Wheatfield," said Clapperton, put out by the
obtuseness of his fag, "the long and short of it is you're not to go.
You know what's happened. Our side has been snubbed and cut out of the
games by those fellows; and now they want to get us to come to their
precious meeting to help them collar the clubs."
"That's just why I and my chaps are going to turn up," said Percy.
"We'll let them know!"
"Do you hear what I say? You're not to go, you or any of them. If you
can't understand the reason, I dare say you'll understand a thrashing.
You'll get it unless you stand out like the rest of us."
"I say, what's the Latin for `wrong,' Clapperton?"
"Do you hear what I say?"
"Yes, yes--is it `malus,' or `unrectus,' or what?"
"Are you going to do what I tell you?"
"How can I say what the chaps'll do?"
"You must tell them; you're fags' captain. They must do what you tell
them."
"I'd jolly well like to catch them not," said Percy, tossing his head:
"I'd teach 'em. I say, do you think `unrectus' will do?"
"Remember, you'll get it pretty hot if you disobey in this, I promise
you."
"Perhaps `malus' is better form," suggested the junior.
Clapperton left in despair.
"What a fearful ass I was," said Percy when he had gone, "not to make
him write my impot! Just like me. Catch our lot not going to that
meeting! We aint going to skulk. Whew! there goes the quarter to! I
shall never get done this brutal thing."
"Id est malus non facere quad magister dicit. Vos voluntas laetus
audire ut Fellsgarthus liquebat Rendleshamus ad pedemballum super
Saturdaium durare," (Saturday last). "Nos obtenebanus unum goalum ad
nil quod non erat malum. Ego debeo nunc concludere. Ego sum vestrum
fideliter Perceius Granum agrum." (Percy flattered himself he knew the
correct Latin for his own name.)
He had a rush to get this work of art over to Mr Forder in time, and
was considerably mortified to observe that the master did not seem at
all gratified by the performance. Just like Forder! the more you laid
yourself out to please him, the worse he was.
"Leave it, sir. I'll speak to you to-morrow."
"That means a licking," said Percy to himself. "I can see it in his
eye. All serene. That's his way of showing his gratitude."
And he went back in a very bad temper to his own room, where his
comrades had arrived to greet him.
"Why ever can't you chaps be in the way when you're wanted?" prowled
Percy. "There was Clapperton in here just now talking rot about the
meeting next week. What do you think? He says we're not to go to it."
"Why not?"
Percy in his lucid manner tried to explain.
"All gammon," said Lickford. "If we're to be stopped going to Hall, we
shall be stopped grub next."
This was an argument that went home.
"If Clapperton had made it worth our while, you know," said Cottle, "it
might have been different. I don't care much about the meeting; but if
I stop away for him, I'll get something for it."
This mercenary view of the subject was new to Percy, but he frankly
accepted it.
"I tell you what," said he; "here, give us a pen; we'll just draw up a
few conditions. If he accepts them we'll stay away; if he don't, he may
hang himself before we sit out."
After much deliberation, the following charter of six points was drawn
up and laid on Clapperton's table.
"On the following conditions the undersigned will stop out of Hall on
October 3,--namely, to wit, viz., i.e.:--
"1. No more fagging.
"2. Don't go to bed till 9:30.
"3. A study a-piece.
"4. The prefects shall be abolished. Any prefect reporting to Forder
to be kicked.
"5. Except between 9:30 p.m. and 7:30 a.m. we do as we like.
"6. That the four following Classic cads get their noses pulled; namely
Wheatfield, W., D'Arcy, Ashby, and Fisher minor.
"If these are agreed to, we won't go to the meeting."
(Signed by) Wheatfield, P., M.P.
Cottle, Major-General.
Lickford, D.D.
Ramshaw minor, F.S.A.
Cash, LL.D., etcetera, etcetera.