Burr Junior Part 49

"All boys ain't," said Mercer, as we moved off toward the yard. "Oh, don't I wish the time had been quite ripe, and we could have astonished 'em! It's always the way. I make such jolly plans, and think they're going to turn out all right, but they don't. Never mind. I never told you what I've got saved up in my box ready in case of accidents."

"No," I said; "what is it?"

"Some of the stuff my father uses for bruises. I bought some--leastwise I got Lom to buy some for me at the chemist's when he went into the town."

"What is it?" I said carelessly, for I did not feel eager to know.

"Arnica. It's in a bottle, and you soak rags in it, and--"

"Here they are," greeted us in chorus, and we were literally taken into custody by about a dozen boys, who hurried us round to the back, where Burr major, d.i.c.ksee, Hodson, Stewart, and three more were waiting like so many conspirators.

I may as well own to it; my heart sank, and I felt as if I were going out to execution, or at the least to be severely punished, for Burr major was laughing and chatting to the boys about him, and turned sneeringly to us as we came up.

"Oh, here they are, then," he cried contemptuously. "Bring them up, boys;" and he turned off, entered the old stable, and went up the worn steps into the loft, while we were dragged and pushed unnecessarily till we were up at the top, to find Burr major seated on the big bin, swinging one leg about carelessly--acting as if he were judge and we were two criminals brought up before him.

"Two of you keep the lower door and give notice if any one's coming,"

said Burr major sharply.

"Oh," cried one of the boys, "don't send us down, please. We shan't see none of the fun."

Nice fun for us, I thought, and then wondered whether it would hurt much.

"All right, then," cried Burr major. "I don't want to be hard. You can keep a look-out from the window." Then, turning sharply,--

"Now, you two," he cried, "what have you got to say for yourselves?"

"Nothing," I said.

"More have I," cried Mercer defiantly.

"Oh, very well," said Burr major. "More cheeky than ever. What shall I do, boys? give 'em stick or let 'em stand up and take it?"

"A fight, a fight!" rose in chorus.

"All right. I'll dress the groom boy, and d.i.c.ksee shall give the other chap his dose."

A curious sensation of trouble and bewilderment came over me, as I gave a quick glance round at the bare loft, with its cob-webbed windows and eager little crowd of boys, all expectant and flushed with desire for the scene.

"Ah, look out! he's going to bolt," shouted Hodson.

"I wasn't," I cried indignantly.

"He'd better," said Burr major, coolly taking off his jacket and beginning to fold it up and lay it on the bin. "Now then, major-general of cavalry, off with your duds. I won't keep you long. Just time before dinner."

"But I say," cried d.i.c.ksee, "we ain't going to fight both together?"

"No," said Burr major; "you shall dress Jollop down first, and I'll second you."

"No; you do yours first."

"Do as I tell you," cried Burr sharply, "and don't waste time. I shall have to wash after thrashing that dirty groom."

I gave him an angry glance in return for his insult, and then turned to Tom Mercer, who was standing with his brow all wrinkled up, slowly taking off his jacket, which he threw over a beam, and turning up his shirt sleeves above his sharp elbows.

"I'm going to get such a licking," he whispered.

"No, no; do win!" I whispered back.

"Can't. He's so soft you can't hurt him. He's just like a big football that you mustn't kick."

"His head isn't soft," I whispered; "hit that."

"Now then, ready!" cried Burr, and we faced round, to find d.i.c.ksee with his sleeves rolled up, and Burr patting him on the shoulder and giving him instructions.

"Now, then, young Mercer, come up to the scratch," cried Burr. "Stand back, you boys, and make a better ring."

Then a shuffling of feet, a few suppressed sounds of excitement, and the boys who were to look out turned from the windows.

"Remember old Lom," I said, feeling very nervous and doubtful as I whispered to my princ.i.p.al. Then the boys were opposite to each other, d.i.c.ksee throwing his head about, dancing from leg to leg, and feinting a rush in, while Mercer stood well balanced on his legs, his brow wrinkled, and his fists up in the att.i.tude we had been taught.

"Now, d.i.c.ksy, give it up. Go in at him. Look sharp!"

"All right; wait a moment," cried the boy, dancing and dodging about as if to avoid blows that had not been struck at him.

"Go it, Fatty, go it!" shouted the boys.

"Hush! not so much row," cried Burr. "Go on, Fatty. Now then."

"All right; wait--"

But Burr would not wait, for he gave his princ.i.p.al a heavy thrust, sending him forward right on to Tom, who contented himself with thrusting his antagonist back.

"Oh, I say, that ain't fair," cried d.i.c.ksee. "You wouldn't like it yourself. You spoiled my plans."

"Go on, then, and finish him off; I want my turn." Then there was a burst of eager incitements, and, unable to defer the attack any longer, seeing, too, that Mercer did not mean to begin, d.i.c.ksee gave a final dance, which included a dodge to right and left, and then he rushed in at Mercer, who seemed just to shoot his left shoulder forward with his arm extended, when there was a dull sound, and d.i.c.ksee seated himself very suddenly on the floor.

"Hallo! slip?" cried Burr, helping him up,--rather a heavy job,--while a look of perfect astonishment was in the fat face.

"Yes--boards--awkward," he babbled. "Ca-ca-can't we go on the gra.s.s?"

"No, no. Go in again."

"Eh?" said d.i.c.ksee, with his hand to his face.

"Well done, Tom!" I whispered; "that's it."

"It was right, wasn't it?" he said.

There was no time for more. Incited, almost driven by his second, d.i.c.ksee came on again, aimed a blow or two wildly, and was sent down again by Mercer almost without an effort.