Brownsmith's Boy Part 63

"I don't indeed, sir," I said; "my head swims, and things look strange about me."

"Ah! yes," he said. "Well, look here; you have a good idle for a day or two."

"But there are so many things want doing in the houses, sir," I said.

"And always will be, Grant. Gardeners are never done. But let that slide. I can get on without you for a day or two."

"Have you heard how Mr Courtenay is?" I asked.

"Yes, ever so much better, young whelp! Sir Francis has been giving his brother a tremendous setting down, I hear; and I think they are going to school or somewhere else at once."

That day, as I was wandering about the kitchen-garden after a chat with Ike, who had settled down to his work just as if he belonged to the place, and after I had tried to have a few words with Shock, who puzzled me more than ever, for he always seemed to hate me, and yet he had followed me here, I heard some one shout, "Hi! halt!"

I turned and saw Sir Francis beckoning to me, and I went up to him.

"Better? Yes, of course. Boys always get better," he said. "Look here. Behaved very well yesterday. Go on. I've said a word to Brownsmith about you; but, look here: don't you tease my lads. Boys will be boys, I know; but they are not in your station of life, and you must not try to make companions of them."

I made no answer: I could not, I was so taken aback by his words; and by the time I had thought of saying that I had never teased either Courtenay or Philip, and that I had always tried to avoid them, he was a hundred yards away.

"They must have been telling lies about me," I said angrily; and I walked on to where Ike was digging, to talk to him about it and ask his advice as to whether I should go and tell Sir Francis everything.

"No," he said, stopping to sc.r.a.pe his spade when I had done. "I shouldn't. It's kicks, that's what it is, and we all gets kicked more or less through life, my boy; but what of it? He wouldn't think no better of you for going and telling tales. Let him find it out. Sure to, some day. Feel badly?"

"Yes," I said, rather faintly.

"Ah! sure to," said Ike, driving his spade into the ground. "But you don't want no doctor. You swallowed a lot of bad air; now you swallow a lot of good, and it'll be like lime on a bit o' newly dug ground. Load or two would do this good. There's the ganger hollering after you."

"Yes!" I cried, and I went towards where Mr Brownsmith was standing.

"Look here, Grant," he said, looking very red in the face. "Sir Francis has given me this to buy you a watch by and by. He says you're too young to have one now, but I'm to buy it and keep it for you a year or two. Five pounds."

"I'm much obliged to him," I said rather dolefully; but I did not feel at all pleased, and Mr Solomon looked disappointed, and I'm afraid he thought I was rather a queer boy.

At the end of the week I heard that Courtenay was better, but that he was to go with his brother down to the seaside, and to my great delight they went; and though I thought the lad might have said, "Thank you," to me for saving his life, I was so pleased to find he was going, that this troubled me very little, for it was as if a holiday time had just begun.

The effects of my adventure soon pa.s.sed away, and the days glided on most enjoyably. There was plenty to do in the gla.s.s-houses, but it was always such interesting work that I was never tired of it; and it was delightful to me to see the fruit ripening and the progress of the glorious flowers that we grew. Mr Solomon was always ready to tell or show me anything, and I suppose he was satisfied with me, for he used to nod now and then--he never praised; and Mrs Solomon sometimes smiled at me, but not very often.

The autumn was well advanced when one day Mr Solomon told me that he had arranged for Ike, as he was a good carter, to go with the strongest horse and cart to a place he named in Surrey, to fetch a good load of a particular kind of silver sand for potting.

"It's a long journey, Grant," he said; "and you'll have to start very early, but I thought you would like to go. Be a change."

"I should like it," I said. "Does Ike know I'm going?"

"No; you can tell him."

I went down to Ike, who was as usual digging, for he was the best handler of a spade in the garden, and he liked the work.

"Hullo!" he said surlily.

"I'm to go with you for the sand, Ike," I cried.

"Think o' that now!" he replied with a grim smile. "Why, I was just a-thinking it would be like going off with the old cart and Bonyparty to market, and how you and me went."

"With Shock on the top of the load," I said laughing.

"Ay, to be sure. Well, he's a-going this time to help mind the horse.

And so you are going too?"

"Yes," I said mischievously, "to look after you, and see that you do your work."

"Gahn!" he growled, beginning to dig again. Look here, though; if you ain't ready I shall go without you.

"All right, Ike!" I said. "What time do you start?"

"Twelve o'clock sees me outside the yard gates, my lad. Five arter sees me down the road."

"Do you know the way, Ike?" I said.

"Do I know the way!" cried Ike, taking his spade close up to the blade and sc.r.a.ping and looking at it as if addressing it. "Why, I was born close to that san'-pit, and put Old Brownsmith's brother up to getting some. I can show him where to get some real peat too, if he behaves hisself."

The trip to the sand-pit kept all other thoughts out of my head; and though I was packed off to bed at seven for a few hours' rest, Mr Solomon having promised to sit up so as to call me, I don't think I slept much, and at last, when I was off soundly, I jumped up in a fright, to find that the moon was s.h.i.+ning full in at my window, and I felt sure that I had overslept myself and that Ike had gone.

I had not undressed, only taken off jacket, waistcoat, and boots; and I softly opened my door and stole down in my stocking feet to look at the eight-day clock, when, as I reached the mat, a peculiar odour smote on my senses, and then there was the sound of a fire being tapped gently, and Mrs Solomon said:

"I think I'll go and wake him now."

"I am awake," I said, opening the door softly, to find the table spread for breakfast, and Mr Solomon in spectacles making up his gardening accounts.

"Just coming to call you, my lad," he said. "Half-past eleven, and Ike has just gone to the stable."

"And Shock?" I said.

"The young dog! he has been sleeping up in the hay-loft again. Ike says he can't keep him at their lodgings."

I ran back upstairs and finished dressing, to come down and find that Mr Solomon had taken out two basins of hot coffee and some bread and b.u.t.ter for Ike and Shock, while mine was waiting.

"Put that in your pocket, Grant," said Mrs Solomon, giving me a brown paper parcel.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Sandwiches. You'll be glad of them by and by."

I took the packet unwillingly, for I was not hungry then, and I thought it a nuisance; for I had no idea then that I was providing myself with that which would save my life in the peril that was to come.

It was ten minutes to twelve when I went down to the yard, where all the dogs were standing on their hind legs and straining at their chains, eager to be patted and talked to, and strongly excited at the sight of the horse being put to in the strong, springless cart.

They howled and yelped and barked, begging in their way for a run, but they were nearly all doomed to disappointment.

"Just going to start without you," cried Ike in his surly way.