The Willoughby Captains Part 19

"Well," said Gilks, "if you must put your head into the lion's mouth, you must, mustn't he, Silk? But I say, as you _are_ to get pulled up, I don't see why you shouldn't have all the fun you can for your money.

What do you say to a game of skittles at Beamish's?"

"_What_ a nice boy you are!" said Silk, laughing; "the young 'un doesn't know Beamish's."

"Not know Beamish's!--at the Aquarium!" said Gilks.

"No. What is he?" inquired Wyndham.

"He's the Aquarium!" said Gilks, laughing.

"And do they play skittles in the Aquarium?" asked the boy.

"Rather!" said Silk; "it amuses the fishes, you know." Beamish's was, as Gilks had said, another name for the Sh.e.l.lport Aquarium--a disreputable place of resort, whose only t.i.tle to the name of Aquarium was that it had in it, in an obscure corner which n.o.body ever explored, a small tank, which might have contained fishes if there had been any put into it. As it was, the last thing any one went to Beamish's for was to study fishes, the other attractions of the place--the skittles, bowls, and refreshment bars--being far more popular. These things in themselves, of course, were not enough to make Beamish's a bad place.

That character was supplied by the company that were mostly in the habit of frequenting it, of which it is enough to say it was the very reverse of select.

At this time of day, however, the place was almost empty, and when, after a good deal of chaff and persuasion, Wyndham was induced to take a little turn round the place, he was surprised to find it so quiet and un.o.bjectionable. The boys had a short game at skittles and a short game at bowls, and bought a few buns and an ice at the refreshment stall, and then departed schoolwards.

They reached Willoughby in good time for call-over, no one except Riddell being aware of their pleasant expedition. Still Wyndham, when it was all _over_, did not feel altogether comfortable. Not that he thought what he had done was very bad, or that he had sinned in deceiving the masters and breaking the rules of the school. What troubled him was that he knew Riddell would be vexed.

He repaired to the captain's study with his books as usual after evening chapel and found him busy over his work.

But as soon as the boy entered, Riddell pushed the papers away rather nervously.

"Well, Wyndham," said he, "I'm glad you've come."

Wyndham deposited his books and looked rather uncomfortable.

Riddell had rather hoped the boy would refer to the subject first, but he did not. Riddell therefore said, "I was sorry to see you down in Sh.e.l.lport this afternoon, Wyndham. You hadn't a permit, had you?"

"No," said Wyndham.

"It's hardly the thing, is it?" said the captain, quietly, after a pause.

His voice, devoid of all anger or self-importance, made Wyndham still more uncomfortable.

"I'm awfully sorry," said he. "I suppose I oughtn't to have gone. I beg your pardon, Riddell."

"Oh!" said Riddell, "don't do that, please."

"You know," said Wyndham, "as those two took me, it didn't seem to be much harm. We only went to see the steamer come in."

"The thing is," said Riddell, "it was against the rules."

"But Gilks and Silk are both monitors, aren't they?"

"They are," said the captain, with a touch of bitterness in his tone.

There was another pause, this time a long one. Neither boy seemed inclined to return to the subject. Wyndham opened his books and made a pretence of beginning his work, and Riddell fidgeted with the papers before him. In the mind of the latter a hurried debate was going on.

"What had I better do? I might send him up to the doctor and perhaps get him expelled. It might be the best thing for him too, for if those two have got hold of him he's sure to go wrong. I can't do anything to keep him from them. And yet, I promised old Wynd--I must try; I might help to keep him straight. G.o.d help me!"

Is the reader astonished that the captain of a great public school should so far forget himself as to utter a secret prayer in his own study about such a matter as the correction of a young scapegrace? It _was_ an unusual thing to do, certainly; and probably if Wyndham had known what was pa.s.sing in the captain's mind he would have thought more poorly of his brother's friend than he did. But I am not quite sure, reader, whether Riddell was committing such an absurdity as some persons might think; or whether you or I, or any other fellow in a similar position, would be any the worse for forgetting ourselves in the same way. What do you think? It is worth thinking over, when you have time.

"G.o.d help me," said Riddell to himself, and he felt his mind wonderfully cleared already as he said it.

Clearer, that is, as to what he ought to do, but still rather embarra.s.sed as to how to do it. But he meant to try.

"I say, Wyndham," he said, in his quiet way. "I want to ask your advice."

"What about?" asked Wyndham, looking up in surprise. "About those fellows?"

"Not exactly. It's more about myself," said the captain.

"What about you?" asked Wyndham.

"Why, there's a fellow in the school I'm awfully anxious to do some good to," began Riddell.

"Rather a common failing of yours," said Wyndham.

"Wanting to do it is more common than doing it," said Riddell; "but I don't know how to tackle this fellow, Wyndham."

"Who is he? Do I know him?" asked the boy.

"I'm not sure that you know him particularly well," said the captain.

"He's not a bad fellow; in fact he has a lot of good in him."

"Is he a Limpet?" asked Wyndham.

"But," continued Riddell, not noticing the question, "he's got a horrid fault. He won't stand up for himself, Wyndham."

"Oh," observed Wyndham, "there's a lot of them like that--regular cowards they are."

"Exactly, this fellow's one of them. He's always funking it."

Wyndham laughed.

"I know who you mean--Tedbury, isn't it?"

"No, that's not his name," said Riddell. "He's a nicer sort of fellow than Tedbury. There are one or two fellows that are always down on him, too. They see he's no pluck, and so they think they can do what they like with him."

"Meekins gets a good deal mauled about by some of the others," said Wyndham.

"This fellow gets a good deal more damaged than Meekins," said the captain. "In fact he gets so mauled his friends will soon hardly be able to recognise him."

Wyndham looked sharply at the speaker. Riddell was quite grave and serious, and proceeded quietly, "The worst of it is, this fellow's quite well able to stick up for himself if he likes, and could easily hold his own. Only he's lazy, or else he likes getting damaged."

"Are you making all this up?" demanded Wyndham colouring.