With Rifle and Bayonet Part 2

Jack climbed on to the foot-plate of the engine, followed by the doctor, who at once sat down on the driver's seat and proceeded to inspect sundry instruments and bandages with which two capacious side pockets of his coat were stocked. He was as cool as if on an ordinary journey.

Carefully selecting three of his instruments, he put the case back in his pocket, and commenced to cut a sheet of lint into small strips.

These he folded up methodically and gave to Jack to hold. Then he rose to his feet, and looked along the line in front, waiting quietly for the moment when the engine should reach the scene of the disaster, and enable him to commence his work of rescuing the injured. What a contrast there was between this dapper little man, cool and collected, with all his wits about him, waiting for his work to begin with a quietness born of long experience, and Jack, standing on the other side of the foot-plate, dodging his head from side to side to obtain a better view of the rails, holding the bundle of lint with fingers which trembled with nervous excitement, whilst his heart thumped against his ribs with a force which almost frightened him!

"Steady, Jack, steady!" exclaimed the doctor, smiling encouragingly at him. "Nothing was ever done well in a hurry. Keep cool, and you will be able to help me considerably. Ah, there it is! We shall be close up in a few seconds."

As the doctor spoke the engine ran round a wide curve, and came in full sight of the spot where the accident had occurred. The axle of the driving-wheels of the express engine had suddenly snapped, causing the whole train to leave the rails, and plough along on the gravel. Then the heavy engine had suddenly toppled over and come to an abrupt halt, while the carriages had been piled on top of it and on one another in hopeless confusion.

It was indeed a dreadful disaster. The guard's van and the first pa.s.senger truck lay crushed out of all shape on the gravel, while on top of them the others were heaped in disorder, with dangling wheels and shattered woodwork, the whole being surmounted by the last carriage of all, the end of which was thrown up as high as a house in the air.

About twenty men had already collected near, and these at once set to work, at Dr Hanly's orders, to climb into the carriages and bring out the pa.s.sengers. Jack joined in the work, feeling giddy and thoroughly upset at the awful sights he saw, and dreading that every body taken from the wreckage would prove to be his father's.

But the doctor, guessing what his feelings were, called him to help in bandaging up one of the injured pa.s.sengers, and kept him hard at work for an hour at least; so that when Captain Somerton's body was at last discovered, crushed almost out of recognition, Jack was not there to see it and be shocked at the sight. Indeed, he did not hear the tidings for some time, for the doctor required his help; and before long Jack was so much absorbed in his work that he had forgotten his nervousness, and was applying splints and bandages together with his friend with a skill and coolness which would have done credit to an older hand. But all the time he was oppressed by a feeling that a calamity had befallen him.

When all the injured had been seen to, Jack was at liberty to make enquiries, when he soon learnt that his father was among the killed.

"It is a sad thing, my dear boy, a shocking accident," murmured Dr Hanly, taking him on one side, "and your grief is natural, for you have lost the best friend you ever had in the world. Go home now and break the news. I will come to-morrow, and after that, if you are in any difficulty come to me."

The next few days were exceedingly trying ones for Jack. Frampton Grange was even more miserable than before, for there was no sympathy amongst the inmates, and therefore no consolation in talking to one another about the terrible accident which had led to Captain Somerton's death.

Two days were occupied in attending and giving evidence at the inquest; then there was the funeral, after which Mrs Somerton and her two sons returned to the Grange with Dr Hanly, a few relatives of the deceased captain, and two austere gentlemen, who proved to be lawyers. The will of the late owner of the house was then produced.

A quarter of an hour later it had been read, the party had broken up, and Jack found himself the future owner of Frampton Grange and all the wealth his father had possessed, and alone in the world save for a stepmother and stepbrother who cared little for him.

Captain Somerton had made one very big mistake during his life. He had married, for the second time, a woman upon whom his choice should never have fallen. This he recognised too late, but not so late as to prevent him from altering his will accordingly.

"_I leave to my son, John Hartly Somerton, all that I possess_," ran the will, "_to be held in trust by my wife and Dr Hanly, the former of whom shall have the use of Frampton Grange till the said John Hartly Somerton shall attain the age of twenty-six_."

Mention was made that Mrs Somerton had sufficient means of her own to live in the same style as before. In addition to this, there were various small legacies to the servants, a sum was set aside for Jack's education and for his expenses in entering the army, and another sum for the upkeep of the Grange until it came into his own management.

"Come over and see me to-morrow, Jack," whispered the doctor as soon as the will had been read. "I am now a kind of guardian to you, and shall feel it my business to give you advice. I shall be in about tea-time, when we can be sure of a quiet chat."

"Thanks, Doctor," replied Jack. "You can expect me at the time you mention."

On the following afternoon, therefore, Jack mounted his pony and rode through the village and away up the hill to the doctor's house.

"Now, my boy, what are you going to do with yourself?" asked the doctor, when they had finished their tea and were strolling in the garden.

"Well, first of all, as you know, Doctor, I am not to go back to school.

I am awfully sorry, as I have been very happy there, and we hoped to pull off some good cricket matches this term. But now that is all knocked on the head for me. Do you know, I believe Father had some kind of feeling that something was going to happen to him, for he left a letter with the lawyer instructing me to leave school and begin coaching for the army immediately his death occurred. He mentioned that he would like me to read at home with Frank, but really, Doctor, I feel more inclined to go straight up to London, as I had intended all along. You know Frank and I are not too friendly. We don't get on well together; and I'm afraid I don't hit it off very well with Mother either."

"Yes, I know that, my boy. It's very unfortunate," remarked Dr Hanly.

"Still, it is the case. I believe you will do well to go up to London at an early date, for, if I am any judge, you are still more likely to quarrel at home now that there is no one to keep the peace. Think it over, and if you make up your mind to do as I say, come over and see me again, and we will arrange to go up together. London is a very big place, and it is a good thing to have a friend or two there when you go.

I have many, and will ask them to look after you. Take your time about deciding. It would not do to leave home immediately after your father's death."

Jack rode slowly back to the Grange, and long before he got there had come to the decision that it would be best for all if he left home and went up to the big city.

"We're certain to have rows if I stay," he thought. "Then perhaps Frank will try to boss me, as he has tried before; so, altogether, I shall be doing everyone a good turn by going."

His conviction was strengthened during the next few days, for the very sight of him seemed to be an annoyance to his stepmother. The truth was, that Mrs Somerton was highly incensed at the contents of her husband's will. At the least she had expected a third, or perhaps more, of the estate to be left to Frank. But that all should have gone to Jack was a bitter pill which she found too difficult to swallow.

"How your father can have been so unjust I cannot imagine!" she had the bad grace to remark to Jack on the evening after his chat with Dr Hanly. "You and Frank are equally his sons, and should have been treated alike. But it was always the same. You were to have first place, and Frank was to have what was left. It is abominable, and if it were not that your father was always unjust in dealing with Frank, I really should begin to think that he was out of his senses when he made that will."

Jack listened to his mother's reproach, and was on the point of indignantly protesting; but better counsel prevailed, and he kept silent.

Two weeks later he and Dr Hanly took the mid-day train for London, leaving Mrs Somerton still in a very sullen mood, and Frank standing in a lordly manner on the steps of Frampton Grange, with an ill-disguised air of triumph about him which seemed to say that now at least he would be head and ruler of the establishment.

Jack had only once before been to London, and when the four-wheeler in which he and his friend were driving to their hotel became jammed in the dense traffic which converges at the Mansion House he was perfectly astounded. Nor was his astonishment lessened when he noticed how the busmen and drivers joked and laughed as they drove their vehicles through the narrowest parts with an accuracy which was wonderful; while tall, powerful-looking policemen stood in the thick of it all, and with a wave of a hand arrested the flow in one direction, while a flood of omnibuses and carriages swept by in the other.

"Fine fellows, aren't they!" exclaimed Dr Hanly. "And many of them are old soldiers too. I really do not think there is another force in the world that equals them. They are well-trained and disciplined; polite and obliging, especially to country-cousins like ourselves, and with a power which is simply wonderful. I have never seen its equal, though I have known of many attempts to copy. In Paris, for instance, the policeman's efforts to control the traffic, and make a street-crossing comparatively safe, are simply ludicrous."

Ten minutes later the cab drew up at the hotel, and their baggage was carried in.

"Now, Jack, you can do as you like for the next hour," cried the doctor.

"I have letters to write, and so will go to my room. You had better get on a bus and go as far as you can in the time. I should advise your taking one which runs through the Strand and on past Charing Cross and Westminster. But wherever you go you will find it interesting."

Jack had never gone alone through the streets of London before, but he was quite old enough to take care of himself, and having selected a bus, with the words "Strand, Charing Cross, and Victoria" painted on the side, he boarded it while it was running at a respectable pace, just as every boy likes to do, and seated himself in the garden-seat on top, just behind the driver.

"Afternoon, sir!" the latter, a jolly, red-faced individual, exclaimed.

"Good afternoon!" Jack replied. "I'm up in town for the second time in my life, and if you can tell me the names of the various buildings we pa.s.s, I shall be much obliged to you."

"Ah, then you ain't the first gentleman from the country as I've taken round!" answered the busman, grinning with pleasure, for, seated for many hours during the day on his box, an occasional chat came as a treat, which relieved the monotony.

"Well now, sir, that there building's the Law Courts, and a fine place it is too; and under that funny-looking arch on t'other side is the Temple, where all these lawyer chaps has their lodgings and their church."

As they drove through the Strand the driver showed him the various theatres, and finally pointed to the National Gallery across Trafalgar Square.

"That's where all the best pictures go to, sir," he said, "and if yer was to pa.s.s along on the right of it you'd see the sodger-sergeants a-walking up and down a-looking for recruits. And a fine bag they are making nowadays. What with old Kruger and the Transvaal Boers there's likely to be trouble coming, and that's what draws recruits. When there's a chance of active service the young chaps comes up in scores.

Funny, ain't it, when yer think of other countries where pretty well every man has to join the army, whether he likes or not; while here, in free England, it's left to choice, and no one need belong who doesn't like!

"Do yer know who it is who's perched up yonder a-looking down towards Westminster?" he continued, nodding to the Nelson Monument.

"Yes, that's Nelson, of course," answered Jack. "I've been here once before, I remember, to see the square and the fountains playing."

"Nelson it is, right enough, sir, but he ain't the only chap as perches himself up there. There's a lot of chaps stands on the stonework below at times and spouts to the crowd. Agitators or something of the sort they calls 'em. At any rate they're fellers as has got too long tongues in their mouths, I should think. Then it's round that moniment that Englishmen gathers when there's a row abroad, so as to let everybody know what they thinks about the matter. Ah! Trafalgar Square's a useful sort of place, if it ain't so very nice to look at."

The omnibus now turned down Parliament Street, swept past Whitehall and the Horse Guards, and finally drew up at Westminster.

With a cheery "Thank you, and good-bye" to the genial driver, Jack jumped off and walked towards Westminster Bridge, where he stopped for a quarter of an hour or more, looking at the swarm of vehicles crossing, and at the panting tugs and the lazy barges floating on the river. Then he walked along the Embankment, back into the Strand, and so returned to his hotel.

"Well, Jack, to-morrow we will have a good run round the place,"

exclaimed the doctor as they finished their dinner, "and after that we must find rooms for you somewhere, and introduce you to the crammer. As regards the rooms, I think it will be a good plan for you to board with someone. It is very lonely for a lad of your age in lodgings by himself, as I remember well, for I spent four years of that kind of life when I was a student. To-night, if you are not too tired, we will go to some place of amus.e.m.e.nt; a theatre for choice."

Accordingly they went to Drury Lane, and thoroughly enjoyed the piece and the wonders of modern stage scenery.

On the following day they went to various other places, and in the evening looked up an old friend of the doctor's, a barrister, who lived near Victoria Station.

"Look here, Jackson," said Dr Hanly as soon as he had introduced his young friend, "I am on the look-out for rooms for this lad. He is to go to a crammer's and work up for the army. The next examination takes place in about six months, and, if possible, I want to get him into some comfortable place where he will not be too much alone."