The Willoughby Captains Part 21

Wyndham began to feel he had had a narrow escape of "doing" for his two patrons without knowing it.

"Promise you won't tell anybody," said Silk.

"Of course I won't," said Wyndham, rather scornful at the idea of telling tales of a schoolfellow.

"Thanks; and I'll take care and say nothing about you, and Gilks won't either, I know. So it'll be all right. I don't know what possessed the fellow to suggest going in there."

All this was somewhat perplexing to Wyndham. He had never imagined Beamish's was such a terrible place, or that the penalty of being found there was so severe. He felt that he had had a fortunate escape, and was glad Silk had put him up to it before he had let it out.

He became more friendly with his ally after this. There is always a bond of attraction where a common danger threatens, and Wyndham felt that, however determined he was not to be led away any more by these friends of his, it was just as well to be civil to them.

So he even accepted an invitation to come and have tea in Silk's room that evening, to look at a volume of "Punch" the latter had got from home, and to talk over the coming boat-race.

Had he overheard a hurried conversation which took place between Silk and Gilks shortly afterwards in the Sixth Form room he would have looked forward to that evening with anything but eagerness.

"Well?" asked Gilks.

"Hooked him, I fancy," said Silk. "He's coming to tea this evening."

"Good man. How did you manage it?"

"Oh, and by the way," said Silk, "that going to Beamish's last week was no end of a crime. If it's found out it's expulsion, remember. He believes it all. I've told him we won't let out on him, and he's promised not to say a word about it. Fancy we've rather a pull on him there."

"You're a jolly clever fellow, Silk," said Gilks, admiringly.

"May be, but I'm not such a nice boy as you are, Gilks."

CHAPTER ELEVEN.

THE SCHOOLHOUSE BOAT AT WORK.

Giles and his ally knew their business well enough to see that they must go to work "gingerly" to recover their lost Limpet. Consequently when Wyndham, according to promise, turned up to tea in Silk's study, nothing was said or done in any way likely to offend his lately awakened scruples.

The tea was a good one, the volume of "Punch" was amusing, and the talk confined itself almost altogether to school affairs, and chiefly to the coming boat-race.

This last subject was one of intense interest to young Wyndham. As brother to the old captain, he was naturally eager to see his brother's boat retain its old position on the river; and as an ardent schoolhouse boy himself, he had a further reason for wishing the same result.

"You know," said he, "I think our fellows are looking up, don't you, Gilks?"

"So fellows say," replied Gilks; "of course, being in the boat myself, it's hard to tell."

"But doesn't the boat seem to be going better?" asked Wyndham. "It looks to be going a lot better from the bank."

"But you don't mean to say, young un," said Silk, "you ever expect the schoolhouse will beat Parrett's?"

"I'm afraid they are rather strong," said Wyndham, regretfully.

"Strong!" said Silk; "they're the finest crew Willoughby's turned out for years. Better even than the one your brother stroked last races."

"And they mean winning, too," said Gilks, "from all I hear. They're specially set on it because they think they've been snubbed over the captaincy, and mean to show they _are_ the c.o.c.k house, though the doctor won't own it."

"Well," said Silk, "as I've not much faith in the Welchers' boat--in fact, I'm not sure if they'll be able to get up a crew at all--I feel delightfully impartial."

"I hope you'll back us," said Wyndham, earnestly.

"Of course, old Gilks is one of your crew," said Silk.

"You know," said the boy, "I'd give anything for our boat to win. It would be such a score for us, after all that has been said, wouldn't it, Gilks?"

"Well, fellows haven't been very complimentary about the schoolhouse lately, certainly," said Gilks.

"No, they certainly haven't," replied Wyndham. "By the way, Gilks, what sort of c.o.x does Riddell make?"

"Rather an amusing one, from all I can hear," said Gilks. "He's not steered the four yet; but he's had some tub practice, and is beginning to find out that the natural place for a boat is between the banks instead of on them."

"Oh," said Wyndham, "I heard Fairbairn say he promised very well. He's a light-weight, you know, and as the juniors are all stopped river-play, we shall have to get a c.o.x. And if Riddell will do, it won't be a bad thing any way."

"I'm rather surprised they didn't try you for it," said Gilks. "You're well-known, you know, and used to the river."

"Oh, I'd rather Riddell did it if he can," said Wyndham. "I know he's awfully anxious to get it up."

The talk went on like this, and trenched on no uncomfortable topic. The only reference to anything of the sort was when Silk said, just as Wyndham was going, "Oh, Wyndham, I've told Gilks here that you've promised not to let out about Beamish's--"

"Yes," said Gilks, "I wouldn't care for that to get about, young un."

"Oh, of course I won't say anything," said Wyndham.

"Thanks, no more will we; will we, Silk?" replied Gilks.

Silk a.s.sented and their visitor departed.

"Young fool!" said Gilks, when he and his friend were left alone. "He's not worth bothering about."

"If it weren't for the other prig I'd agree with you," said Silk. "But don't you think we can hit at his reverence occasionally through his disciple?"

"I dare say," said Gilks. "The young prig had an innocent enough time of it to-night to suit even him. How he does talk!"

"Yes, and isn't he hot about the race? I say, Gilks, I hope there'll be no mistake about Parrett's winning. I've a lot of money on them."

"Never fear," said Gilks. "It'll be rather a rum thing if I, rowing in the schoolhouse boat, can't put the drag on them somehow. I don't expect for a moment it will be wanted; but if it is, Gilks will be under the painful necessity of catching a crab!"

"I don't mind how you do it as long as there's no mistake about it,"

said Silk. With which ungenerous admission Gilks produced a couple of cigar-ends from his pocket, and these two nice boys proceeded to spend a dissipated evening.

The reader will have guessed from what has already been said that the coming boat-race was every day becoming a more and more exciting topic in Willoughby. Under any circ.u.mstances the race was, along with the May sports and the cricket-match against Rockshire, one of the events of the year. But this year, ever since it had come somehow to be mixed up with the squabble about the captaincy, and the jealousy between Parrett's and the schoolhouse, it had become more important than ever.

Old Wyndham had, of course, left the schoolhouse boat at the head of the river, but there was scarcely a boy (even in the schoolhouse itself) who seriously expected it would remain there over the coming regatta.