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all right.; Where do you spring from?”
“Of course—I remember you now.; You’re Prendergast.; You made fifty-eight not out.”
“Thanks.; I was afraid the only thing you would remember about me was that you took a century mostly off my bowling.”
“You ought to have had me second ball, only cover dropped it.”
“Don’t rake up forgotten tragedies.; How is it you’re not at Wrykyn?; What are you doing down here?”
“I’ve left Wrykyn.”
Prendergast suddenly changed the conversation.; When a fellow tells you that he has left school unexpectedly, it is not always tactful to inquire the reason.; He began to talk about himself.
“I hang out down here.; I do a little farming and a good deal of pottering about.”
“Get any cricket?” asked Mike, turning to the subject next his heart.
“Only village.; Very keen, but no great shakes.; By the way, how are you off for cricket now?; Have you ever got a spare afternoon?”
Mike’s heart leaped.
“Any Wednesday or Saturday.; Look here, I’ll tell you how it is.”
And he told how matters stood with him.
“So, you see,” he concluded, “I’m supposed to be hunting for ruins and things”—Mike’s ideas on the subject of archaeology were vague—“but I could always slip away.; We all start out together, but I could nip back, get on to my bike—I’ve got it down here—and meet you anywhere you liked.; By Jove, I’m simply dying for a game.; I can hardly keep my hands off a bat.”
“I’ll give you all you want.; What you’d better do is to ride straight to Lower Borlock—that’s the name of the place—and I’ll meet you on the ground.; Any one will tell you where Lower Borlock is.; It’s just off the London road.; There’s a sign-post where you turn off.; Can you come next Saturday?”
“Rather.; I suppose you can fix me up with a bat and pads?; I don’t want to bring mine.”
“I’ll lend you everything.; I say, you know, we can’t give you a Wrykyn wicket.; The Lower Borlock pitch isn’t a shirt-front.”
“I’ll play on a rockery, if you want me to,” said Mike.
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“You’re going to what?” asked Psmith, sleepily, on being awakened and told the news.
“I’m going to play cricket, for a village near here.; I say, don’t tell a soul, will you?; I don’t want it to get about, or I may get lugged in to play for the school.”
“My lips are sealed.; I think I’ll come and watch you.; Cricket I dislike, but watching cricket is one of the finest of Britain’s manly sports.; I’ll borrow Jellicoe’s bicycle.”
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That Saturday, Lower Borlock smote the men of Chidford hip and thigh.; Their victory was due to a hurricane innings of seventy-five by a new-comer to the team, M. Jackson.
CHAPTER XXXVIII
THE FIRE BRIGADE MEETING
Cricket is the great safety-valve.; If you like the game, and are in a position to play it at least twice a week, life can never be entirely grey.; As time went on, and his average for Lower Borlock reached the fifties and stayed there, Mike began, though he would not have admitted it, to enjoy himself.; It was not Wrykyn, but it was a very decent substitute.
The only really considerable element making for discomfort now was Mr. Downing.; By bad luck it was in his form that Mike had been placed on arrival; and Mr. Downing, never an easy form-master to get on with, proved more than usually difficult in his dealings with Mike.
They had taken a dislike to each other at their first meeting; and it grew with further acquaintance.; To Mike, Mr. Downing was all that a master ought not to be, fussy, pompous, and openly influenced in his official dealings with his form by his own private likes and dislikes.; To Mr. Downing, Mike was simply an unamiable loafer, who did nothing for the school and apparently had none of the instincts which should be implanted in the healthy boy.; Mr. Downing was rather strong on the healthy boy.
The two lived in a state of simmering hostility, punctuated at intervals by crises, which usually resulted in Lower Borlock having to play some unskilled labourer in place of their star batsman, employed doing “over-time.”
One of the most acute of these crises, and the most important, in that it was the direct cause of Mike’s appearance in Sedleigh cricket, had to do with the third weekly meeting of the School Fire Brigade.
It may be remembered that this well-supported institution was under Mr. Downing’s special care.; It was, indeed, his pet hobby and the apple of his eye.
Just as you had to join the Archaeological Society to secure the esteem of Mr. Outwood, so to become a member of the Fire Brigade was a safe passport to the regard of Mr. Downing.; To show a keenness for cricket was good, but to join the Fire Brigade was best of all.; The Brigade was carefully organised.; At its head was Mr. Downing, a sort of high priest; under him was a captain, and under the captain a vice-captain.; These two officials were those sportive allies, Stone and Robinson, of Outwood’s house, who, having perceived at a very early date the gorgeous opportunities for ragging which the Brigade offered to its members, had joined young and worked their way up.
Under them were the rank and file, about thirty in all, of whom perhaps seven were earnest workers, who looked on the Brigade in the right, or Downing, spirit.; The rest were entirely frivolous.
The weekly meetings were always full of life and excitement.
At this point it is as well to introduce Sammy to the reader.
Sammy, short for Sampson, was a young bull-terrier belonging to Mr. Downing.; If it is possible for a man to have two apples of his eye, Sammy was the other.; He was a large, light-hearted dog with a white coat, an engaging expression, the tongue of an ant-eater, and a manner which was a happy blend of hurricane and circular saw.; He had long legs, a tenor voice, and was apparently made of india-rubber.
Sammy was a great favourite in the school, and a particular friend of Mike’s, the Wrykynian being always a firm ally of every dog he met after two minutes’ acquaintance.
In passing, Jellicoe owned a clock-work rat, much in request during French lessons.
We will now proceed to the painful details.
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The meetings of the Fire Brigade were held after school in Mr. Downing’s form-room.; The proceedings always began in the same way, by the reading of the minutes of the last meeting.; After that the entertainment varied according to whether the members happened to be fertile or not in ideas for the disturbing of the peace.
To-day they were in very fair form.
As soon as Mr. Downing had closed the minute-book, Wilson, of the School House, held up his hand.
“Well, Wilson?”
“Please, sir, couldn’t we have a uniform for the Brigade?”
“A uniform?” Mr. Downing pondered
“Red, with green stripes, sir,”
Red, with a thin green stripe, was the Sedleigh colour.
“Shall I put it to the vote, sir?” asked Stone.
“One moment, Stone.”
“Those in favour of the motion move to the left, those against it to the right.”
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