Part 45 (1/2)
He was received with a storm of clapping; the House lined up cheering as he ran in between the ropes.
”Gratters! Well done!” shouted Foster. ”That's a d.a.m.ned fine knock to finish your Fernhurst cricket days with! Well done!”
Everyone came up and congratulated him. It was a proud moment, in some ways the proudest of his whole career.
A few minutes later another burst of clapping signalled the end of the innings. The side had made one hundred and eighty-six. Buller's were left with two hundred and twenty-three to win. Anything might happen.
Just before five Foster led the House on to the field.
The next hour and a half was fraught with delirious happiness and excitement. Foster bowled magnificently, Bradford managed to keep a length; the whole side fielded splendidly. Wicket after wicket fell.
Victory became a certainty. Gloom descended over the Buller's side.
Round the pavilion infants with magenta hat ribbons yelled themselves hoa.r.s.e. It was one of those occasions in which eternity seems compressed into an hour. Half-past six came. No one went up to tea, everyone was waiting for the end. At last it came. Whitaker, who alone had been able to withstand the School House attack, over-reached himself, Gordon gathered the ball quickly, the bails flew off. The umpire's hand rose. A wild shriek rose from the crowd. Gordon's last game at Fernhurst was over; his last triumph had come; at last ”Samson had quit himself like Samson.” Through the lines of shrieking juniors the team pa.s.sed into the pavilion. Gordon began to collect his things, to pack up his bag. He gave it to a f.a.g to carry up.
Collins and Foster and Gordon walked up from the field arm in arm.
”Well, if we stopped on here for a hundred years,” said Foster, ”we shouldn't find a better hour to leave.”
”Yes, the end has made up for any disappointments on the way. It will be a long time before we have as wonderful a time again,” Gordon said, as he pa.s.sed in the sunset, for the last time, through the gate of the cricket-field which had been, for him, the place of so many happy hours.
CHAPTER VI: THE TAPESTRY COMPLETED
To Gordon this match seemed the ideal rounding off of his career. There had been no anti-climax, with him the best had come at the end. He would not have to look back and compare his last term unfavourably with the glories of yester year. He had done what he set out to do, he would step rose-garlanded out of the lighted room, in the flush of his success. It was exactly as he had wished. Perfectly satisfied, he lay back in his chair, with his feet on the table, too tired to do anything, merely thinking.
There was a knock at the door.
”Come in.”
Rudd came in nervously with a House list in his hand.
”The Chief wants a list of the trains people are going home by.”
”Eight-forty to Waterloo.”
”Thanks.”
Rudd walked towards the door, but as he put his hand on the k.n.o.b he turned round.
”Well,” he began falteringly, ”I suppose you are jolly proud of yourself now, aren't you?”
”What the h.e.l.l do you mean?”
”You know quite well. You have done d.a.m.ned well according to your own point of view. You have aimed at getting the supreme power, and you have got it all right.” Rudd had lost his nervousness now, he was s.h.i.+fting his feet a little, but the sentences flowed easily. ”I am a weak head, I know, and you have managed to smash me quite easily. It wasn't very hard, although you pretend you are the devil of a fellow.”
”What on earth are you driving at?”
”Oh, not much; only I want to show you how much you have done for the House. You are big, and you're strong, and all that; you've broken up any authority I ever had, and you've taken it yourself. And, of course, as long as you are here, it's all very well. But what about when you have left? You are too self-centred to see anybody else's point of view.
_Apres moi le deluge_; that's your philosophy. As long as you yourself prosper, you don't care a d.a.m.n what happens to anyone else, and you have prospered right enough. You'll have left a name behind you, all right.”
”I don't want to have to kick you out, Rudd,” said Gordon.
”I don't care what you say; I'm going to finish what I have got to say.