Quicksilver Part 88

They were the sole occupants of the carriage, and soon after starting Bob turned to Dexter--

"I say!" he exclaimed.

Dexter started, and looked at him indignantly--so angrily, in fact, that Bob grinned.

"Yer needn't look like that," he said. "If I forgives yer, and begins to talk to yer, what more d'yer want!"

Dexter turned away, and looked out of the window.

"There's a sulky one!" said Bob, with a coa.r.s.e laugh; and as he spoke it was as if he were appealing to old Dan'l and Peter in turn. "He would do it. I tried to hold him back, but he would do it, and he made me come, and now he turns on me like that."

"You're a nice un," said Peter, staring hard at the boy.

"So are you!" said the young scamp insolently. "You mind yer own business, and look arter him. He's got to look arter me--ain't yer, sir!"

"Yes," said old Dan'l sourly; "and I'm going to stuff a hankychy or something else into your mouth if you don't hold your tongue."

"Oh, are yer!" said Bob boldly. "I should just like to see yer do it."

"Then you shall if you don't keep quiet."

Bob was silent for a few minutes, and then amused himself by making a derisive grimace at Dan'l as soon as he was looking another way.

"It was all his fault," he said sullenly. "He would take the boat."

"Ah, there was about six o' one of you, and half a dozen of the other,"

said Peter, laughing. "You'll get it, young fellow. Six weeks hard labour, and then four years in a reformatory. That's about your dose."

"Is it?" said Bob derisively. "That's what he'll get, and serve him right--a sneak."

Dexter's cheeks, which were very pale, began to show spots of red, but he stared out of the window.

"I shouldn't have gone, only he was allus at me," continued Bob.

"Allus. Some chaps ain't never satisfied."

Old Dan'l filled his pipe, and began to smoke.

"You'll get enough to satisfy you," said Peter. "I say, Dan'l, you wouldn't mind, would you?"

"Mind what?" grunted Dan'l.

"Giving me one of the noo brooms. One out o' the last dozen--the long switchy ones. I could just cut the band, and make about three reg'lar teasers out of one broom."

"What, birch-rods?" said Dan'l, with a sort of cast-iron knocker smile.

"Yes," said Peter.

"Mind? no, my lad, you may have two of 'em, and I should like to have the laying of it on."

"Yah! would yer!" said Bob defiantly. "Dessay you would. I should like to see yer."

"But you wouldn't like to feel it," said Peter. "My eye, you will open that pretty mouth of yours! Pig-ringing'll be nothing to it."

"Won't be me," said Bob. "It'll be him, and serve him right."

Dexter's cheeks grew redder as he pictured the disgrace of a flogging scene.

"Not it," continued Peter. "You'll get all that. Sir James'll give it you as sure as a gun. Won't he, Dan'l!"

"Ah!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the old gardener. "I heerd him say over and over again that ha wouldn't lose that boat for a hundred pounds. You'll get it, my gentleman!"

"No, I shan't, 'cause I didn't do it. He'll give it to him, and sarve him right, leading me on to go with him, and boasting and bouncing about, and then pretending he wanted to buy the boat, and saying he sent me with the money."

"So I did," cried Dexter, turning sharply round; "and you stole it, and then told lies."

"That I didn't," said Bob. "I never see no money. 'Tain't likely.

It's all a tale you made up, and--oh!"

Bob burst into a regular bellow of pain, for, as he had been speaking, he had edged along the seat a little from his corner of the carriage, to bring himself nearer Dexter, who occupied the opposite diagonal corner.

As Bob spoke he nodded his head, and thrust his face forward at Dexter so temptingly, that, quick as lightning, the latter flung out his right, and gave Bob a back-handed blow in the cheek.

"Oh! _how_!" cried Bob; and then menacingly, "Here, just you do that again!"

Dexter's blood was up. There was a long course of bullying to avenge, and he did that again, a good deal harder, with the result that the yell Bob emitted rose well above the rattle of the carriage.

"Well done, young un," cried Peter delightedly. "That's right. Give it him again. Here, Dan'l, let 'em have it out, and we'll see fair!"

"No, no, no!" growled the old gardener, stretching out one hand, and catching Bob by the collar, so as to drag him back into his corner--a job he had not the slightest difficulty in doing. "None o' that.

They'd be blacking one another's eyes, and there'd be a row."

"Never mind," cried Peter, with all the love of excitement of his cla.s.s.

"No, no," said Dan'l. "No fighting;" and he gave Dexter a grim look of satisfaction, which had more kindness in it than any the boy had yet seen.

"Here, you let me get at him!" cried Bob.

"No, no, you sit still," said Dan'l, holding him back with one hand.

The task was very easy. A baby could have held Bob, in spite of the furious show of struggling that he made, while, on the other hand, Peter sat grinning, and was compelled to pa.s.s one arm round Dexter, and clasp his own wrist, so as to thoroughly imprison him, and keep him back.

"Better let 'em have it out, Dan'l," he cried. "My one's ready."

"Let me go. Let me get at him," shrieked Bob.

"Yes, let him go, Dan'l," cried Peter.

But Dan'l shook his head, and as Bob kept on struggling and uttering threats, the old man turned upon him fiercely--