Haviland's Chum Part 4

Both looked blank for a few moments. Then Haviland brightened.

"Eureka!" he cried. "We'll plaster you up with dry mud, and it you're asked, you can swear you had a fall on your back. You did too, so that'll be no lie."

The idea was a good one. By dint of rubbing in handfuls of dry earth, every trace of the eggs, half-incubated as they were, was hidden. But as far as further disturbance at the hands of these two counted for anything the owl was allowed to hatch out its brood in peace. Not for any consideration would they have attempted further interference with it that season.

CHAPTER FIVE.

"HAVILAND'S CHUM."

When Haviland expressed his belief, in conversation with Mr Sefton, that the Zulu boy would prove able to take care of himself, he uttered a prediction which events seemed likely to bear out.

When three or four of the fellows who sat next to him in chapel conceived the brilliant idea of putting a large conical rose thorn-- point uppermost of course--on the exact spot where that dark-skinned youth was destined to sit down on rising from his knees, they hardly foresaw the result, as three or four heads were quickly and furtively turned in antic.i.p.ation of some fun. They were not disappointed either-- for Simonds minor, the actual setter of the trap, shot up from his seat like a cork from a soda-water bottle, smothering an exclamation expressive of wild surprise and something else, while the descendant of generations of fighting savages sat tight in his, a rapt expression of innocence and unconcern upon his dark countenance. Nor did the fun end there, for the prefect in charge of that particular row, subsequently and at preparation time sent for Simonds minor, and cuffed him soundly for kicking up a disturbance in chapel, though this was a phase of the humour which, while appealing keenly to the spectators, failed to amuse Simonds minor in the very least. He vowed vengeance, not on his then executioner, but on Anthony.

Under a like vow, it will be remembered, was Jarnley. Not as before, however, did he propose to make things unpleasant for his destined victim. This time it should be on dry land, and when he got his opportunity he promised to make the very best of it, in which he was seconded by his following--who connected somehow the magnitude of the impos, given them by "that beast Sefton," with the presence of "Cetchy"

in their midst. So the party, having completed their said impos, spent the next few days, each armed with a concealed and supple willow switch, stalking their quarry during his wanderings afield; but here again the primitive instincts of the scion of a barbarian line rendered it impossible for them to surprise him, and as to catching him in open pursuit, they might as well have tried to run down a bird in the air.

He would simply waltz away without an effort, and laugh at them: wherein he was filling Jarnley and Co.'s cup of wrath very full. But an event was destined to occur which should cause it to brim over.

One afternoon, owing to the noxious exhalations arising from a presumably poisoned rat within the wainscoting common to the third and fourth form rooms, both those cla.s.ses were ordered to the big schoolroom, and allotted desk work to fill in the time.

Now the rows of lockers were arranged in tiers all down one half of the long room, leaving the other half open, with its big desk in the centre dominating the whole. Ill chance indeed was it that located Anthony's form in the row beneath, and himself immediately in front of, his sworn foe.

Now Jarnley began to taste the sweets of revenge. More than one kick, hard and surrept.i.tious, nearly sent the victim clean off the form, and the bright idea which occurred to Jarnley, of fixing a pin to the toe of his boot had to be abandoned, for the cogent reason that neither he nor any of his immediate neighbourhood could produce the pin. Meanwhile the master in charge lounged in the big desk, blissfully reading.

"Look here, Cetchy," whispered Jarnley, having varied the entertainment with a few tweaks of his victim's wool. "Turn round, d'you hear: put your finger on that."

"That" being a penholder held across the top of one of the inkwells let into the desk.

"Put it on, d'you hear. I'll let you off any more if you do. No--press hard."

For Anthony had begun to obey orders, but gingerly. Once more was Jarnley digging his own grave, so to say. The black finger was now held down upon the round penholder, and of course what followed was a foregone conclusion. Its support suddenly withdrawn, knuckle deep went that unlucky digit into the well, but with such force that a very fountain of ink squirted upward, to splash down, a long running smudge, right across the sheet of foolscap which Jarnley had just covered, thereby rendering utterly useless the results of nearly half an hour's work. This was too much. Reaching forward, the bully gripped the perpetrator of this outrage by the wool where it ended over the nape of the neck, and literally plucked out a wisp thereof.

"I'll kill you for this, you black devil," he said, in a snarling whisper.

But the reply was as startling as it was unexpected. Maddened by the acute pain, all the savage within him aroused, and utterly regardless of consequences, the Zulu boy swung round his arm like a flail, hitting Jarnley full across the face with a smack that resounded through the room, producing a dead and pin-dropping silence, as every head came round to see what had happened.

"What's all this?" cried the furious voice of the master in charge, looking quickly up. "Come out, you two boys. Come out at once."

Then, as the two delinquents stood up to come out of their places, a t.i.tter rippled through the whole room, for Jarnley's red and half scared, half furious countenance was further ornamented by a great black smear where his smiter's inky hand had fallen.

Now the Reverend Richard Clay was hot of temper, and his method under such circ.u.mstances as these short and effectual, viz.: to chastise the offenders first and inst.i.tute enquiry afterwards, or not at all. Even during the time taken by these two to leave their places and stand before him, he had flung open the lid of the great desk, and jerked forth the cane always kept there; a long supple, well-hardened cane, well burnt at the end.

"Fighting during school time, were you?" he said. "Hold up your coat."

"Please sir, he s.h.i.+ed a lot of ink over my work," explained Jarnley in desperation. Anthony the while said nothing.

"I don't care if he did," was the uncompromising reply. "Stand up and hold up your coat."

This Jarnley had no alternative but to do, and as Mr Clay did nothing by halves the patient was soon dancing on one foot at a time.

"No, no, I haven't done yet," said the master, in response to a muttered and spasmodic appeal for quarter. "I'll teach you to make a disturbance in schooltime when I'm in charge. There! Stand still."

And he laid it on--to the bitter end; and with such muscle and will that the bully could not repress one or two short howls as he received the final strokes. But the Zulu boy, whose turn now came, and who received the same unsparing allowance, took it without movement or sound.

"Go back to your seats, you two," commanded Mr Clay. "If any one else wants a dose of the same medicine, he knows how to get it," he added grimly, locking up the cane again.

"Oh, wait till I get you outside, you black beast," whispered the bully as they got back to their seats. "I'll only skin you alive--that's what I'll do."

"Come out again, Jarnley," rang out Mr Clay's clear, sharp voice.

"Were you talking?" he queried, as the bully stood before him, having gone very pale over the prospect of a repet.i.tion of what he had just undergone.

"Yes, sir," he faltered, simply not daring to lie.

"I know you were," and again quickly the cane was drawn forth from its accustomed dwelling place. Then, as Jarnley was beginning to whine for mercy, the master as quickly replaced it.

"I'll try another plan this time," he said. "There's nothing like variety." The room grinned--"You'll do seven hundred and fifty lines for talking in school hours, and you're gated till they're done." The room was disappointed, for it was looking forward to another execution, moreover the bulk of it hated Jarnley. It consoled itself, however, by looking forward to something else, viz.: what was going to happen after school, and the smaller boys did not in the least envy Anthony.

The latter, for his part, knew what a thras.h.i.+ng was in store for him should he fail to make good his escape; wherefore the moment the word to dismiss was uttered, he affected a strategic movement which should enable him to gain the door under convoy of the retiring master, while not seeming to do so by design. Even in this he would hardly have succeeded, but that a simultaneous rush for the door interposed a crowd between him and his pursuers, and again his luck was in the ascendant, and he escaped, leaving Jarnley and Co. to wreak their vengeance on some of the smaller boys for getting in their way.

Anthony had been put into Haviland's dormitory, which contained ten other boys, and was a room at the end of a much larger one containing forty. This also was under Haviland's jurisdiction, being kept in order by three other prefects. At night he was left entirely in peace, beyond a slight practical joke or two at first, for the others were not big enough to bully him, what time their ruler was perforce out of the room.

Besides, they rather liked him, for, as we have heard so unguardedly divulged, he would tell them wonderful tales of his own country--for he was old enough to just remember some of the incidents of the war, and could describe with all the verve and fire of the native gift of narrative, the appearance of the terrible impis, s.h.i.+eld- and spear-armed as they went forth to battle, the thunder of the war-song, and the grim and imposing battle array. He could tell, too, of vengeful and bleeding warriors, returning sorely wounded, of sudden panic flights of women and children--himself among them--and once indeed, albeit at some distance, he had seen the King. But on the subject of his parentage he was very reticent. His father was a valiant and skilled fighter--so too, had been all his ancestors--but he had fallen in the war. He himself had been educated by a missionary, and sent over to England to be further educated and eventually to be trained as a missionary himself, to aid in evangelising his own people; although with true native reticence he had refrained from owning that he had no taste for any such career. His forefathers had all been warriors, and he only desired to follow in their steps. Later on he imparted this to Haviland, but with all the others he kept up a certain reserve.

To Haviland, indeed, the African boy had attached himself in doglike fas.h.i.+on, ever since that potentate had interfered to rescue him from Jarnley; yet his motive in so doing was not that of self-preservation, for no word did he utter to his quondam protector that he was still a particular object of spite to Jarnley and his following. At first Haviland was bored thereby, then became interested, a change mainly brought about by a diffident entreaty to be allowed to see his collection of eggs, and also to be allowed to accompany him during the process of adding to it. This was granted, and Haviland was amazed at the extent of the Zulu boy's knowledge of everything to do with the bird and animal life of the fields and woods, although totally different from that of his own country. So he was graciously pleased to throw over him the wing of his patronage, and the beginning of this strange friends.h.i.+p was destined to lead to some very startling experiences indeed before it should end.

But the school regarded it with partly amused, partly contemptuous wonder, and in like spirit Anthony became known as "Haviland's chum."

CHAPTER SIX.

THE HAUNTED WOOD.

"What a rum chap Haviland is!" said Laughton, the captain of the school, as from the window of the prefects' room, he, with three or four others, stood watching the subject of the remark, rapidly receding into distance, for it was a half-holiday afternoon. "He and Cetchy have become quite thick."

"I expect he finds him useful at egg-hunting," said Medlicott.

"Yes--and how about it being wrong form for us to go about with juniors?" struck in Langley, a small prefect who had attained to that dignity by reason of much "sapping," but was physically too weak to sustain it adequately. "Haviland's never tired of jamming that down our throats, but he doesn't practise what he preaches. Eh?"

"Well, Corbould major'll be a prefect himself next term," said Medlicott.

"Yes, but how about the n.i.g.g.e.r, Medlicott? A n.i.g.g.e.r into the bargain.

Haviland's chum! I don't know how Haviland can stick him," rejoined the other spitefully, for he loved not Haviland.

"I wish he'd chuck that confounded egg-hunting, at any rate for this term," said Laughton. "He'll get himself reduced as sure as fate.

Nick's watching him like a cat does a mouse. He's got a down on him for some reason or other--don't know what it can be--and the very next row Haviland gets into he'll reduce him. That's an absolute cert."

"Haviland did say he'd chuck it," replied Medlicott. "But what's he to do? He's a fellow who doesn't care for games--swears cricket's slow, and football always makes him want to hit somebody."