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Hawkesbury looked very pleasant indeed as he replied, "Oh, please don't mind me. I'm going out for a walk. I've got a headache, and really I don't see much use playing about indoors."
Smith's face darkened. "Didn't you hear me say there was no going out?"
he said.
Hawkesbury smiled and seemed much amused. Smith's wrath was rising apace. "What I said I'll stick to!" cried he, standing across the step.
"You sha'n't go out!"
"Hawkesbury," I interposed, anxious to avert a row, "we've all promised to obey the captain, you know."
"Really," replied Hawkesbury, "I didn't. Please let me pa.s.s, Smith."
"Then you were speaking false," exclaimed the irate Smith, "when you said you did promise?"
"Really, Smith, I didn't say I did promise--"
"Wretched liar!" replied Smith.
"That's not a nice name to call a fellow," mildly replied Hawkesbury.
"I hope I'm a gentleman, and don't deserve it."
"Bah," said Smith, in tones of utter disgust, standing aside and letting his enemy pa.s.s. "Go where you like, we want no sneaks here!"
Hawkesbury walked on, smiling pleasantly.
"Good-bye for the present," said he. "Mind you obey your captain, you fellows. We all know _he's_ a gentleman, don't we?"
And he went out, leaving us all in a state of utter astonishment.
A babel of voices at once arose. Some declared Hawkesbury was quite right not to stand being ordered about; others said he ought to have been stopped going out, and others said, "Who cared if he did go?"
In the midst of this my eyes turned to Jack Smith. His face, which had been flushed and excited, was now pale and solemn. He either did not hear or did not heed the discussion that was going on; and I must confess I felt half-frightened as my eyes suddenly met his. Not that he looked dangerous. He had a strange look--half of baffled rage and half of shame--which was quite new to me, and I waited anxiously to discover what he meant.
As his eye met mine, however, he seemed to recover himself and to make up his mind.
"Batchelor," said he, "get the screwdriver."
"What are you going to do?" asked some one. "Are you going to lock Hawkesbury out?"
"No," said Smith, quietly; "but I'm going to let out the others."
"What!" cried the fellows at this astounding announcement: "without waiting for their answer? We shall all get expelled!"
"No, you won't!" said Smith, doggedly, and rather scornfully.
"You don't mean to say you're going to show the white feather?" said Rathbone.
"I mean to say I'm going to let them out."
"Yes, and get all the credit of it, and leave us to get into the row,"
said Philpot.
Smith turned round short on the speaker and held out the screwdriver.
"Here," said he, "if you want the credit, go and do it yourself!"
Of course, Philpot declined the tempting offer, and, without another word, Smith walked up to the pa.s.sage and began pulling away the desks from the parlour door.
Flanagan and one or two of us, sorely perplexed, helped him; the others stood aloof and grumbled or sneered.
The two masters within heard the noise, but neither of them spoke.
At last all was clear, and Smith said, "Now then, you'd better go, you fellows!"
We obeyed him, though reluctantly. Our curiosity as well as our anxiety prompted us to stay. We retired to the end of the pa.s.sage, where from a distant door we nervously watched Smith turn the key and draw out first one screw then the other from the door that divided him and us from our masters.
At last we saw it open. Smith walked into the room and shut the door behind him. What happened inside we never exactly knew. After half an hour, which seemed to us as long as a day, the three emerged, and walked straight down the pa.s.sage and up the stairs that led to Miss Henniker's room. Smith, with the screwdriver, walked in the middle, very solemn and very pale.
Stealthily we crawled up after them, and hid where we could observe what was to follow.
Mr Ladislaw knocked at the Henniker's door.
"Well?" said a voice within.
The word was mildly spoken, and very unlike the snap to which we had been accustomed in former days.
"It is I," said Mr Ladislaw, "and Mr Hashford."
"I shall be glad if you will immediately have my door opened," was the reply.
"Smith, unscrew the door at once," said Mr Ladislaw.
Smith solemnly proceeded to do as he was bid, and presently the screws were both dislodged.
"Is it done?" said the Henniker when the sound ceased.
"Yes, Miss Henniker; the door is quite free."
"Then," said the Henniker--and there positively seemed to be a tremor in the voice--"please go; I will be down presently."
So the little procession turned and once more walked down the stairs, Smith, with his screwdriver, still walking solemnly in the middle. We who were in hiding were torn by conflicting desires. Our first impulse was to remain and enjoy the spectacle of the crestfallen Henniker marching forth from her late prison. But somehow, rough boys as we were, and not much given to chivalric scruples, the sound of that tremble in the Henniker's voice, and with it the recollection of the part we had taken in her punishment, made us feel as if, after all, the best thing we could do was not to remain, but to follow the others down stairs.
As we were doing so the ten o'clock bell rang for morning cla.s.ses, and we naturally sought the schoolroom, where, with Mr Hashford in the desk, school was a.s.sembled just as if nothing had happened. Hawkesbury was the only absentee.
I certainly admired Mr Hashford on this occasion. He appeared to be the only person in the room who was not thoroughly uncomfortable.
Indeed, as we went on with our work, and he, almost pleasantly, entered into it with us, we felt ourselves getting comfortable too, and could hardly believe that the usher now instructing us had, an hour ago, been our prisoner, and that we so recently had been shouting words of mutiny and defiance all over the school. It was like a dream--and, after all, not a very nice dream.
But we were recalled to ourselves when presently, along the pa.s.sage outside our door, there resounded a footstep which instinct told us belonged to the Henniker. Not much chance of feeling comfortable with that sound in one's ears!
But to our surprise and comfort it pa.s.sed on and descended the stairs.