Part 8 (1/2)

”Come on,” said Phipps. ”We were waiting for you.”

”Pining away,” added Thomas unnecessarily.

Spencer frowned austerely.

”Come and look after me,” urged Thomas.

Spencer sat down in silence. For a minute no sound could be heard but the champing of Thomas's jaws as he dealt with a slab of gingerbread.

”Buck up,” said Phipps uneasily.

”Give me,” said Thomas, ”just one loving look.”

Spencer ignored the request. The silence became tense once more.

”Coming to the house net, Phipps?” asked Spencer.

”We were going to the baths. Why don't you come?”

”All right,” said Spencer.

Doctors tell us that we should allow one hour to elapse between taking food and bathing, but the rule was not rigidly adhered to at Eckleton.

The three proceeded straight from the tea-table to the baths.

The place was rather empty when they arrived. It was a little earlier than the majority of Eckletonians bathed. The bath filled up as lock-up drew near. With the exception of a couple of infants splas.h.i.+ng about in the shallow end, and a stout youth who dived in from the spring-board, scrambled out, and dived in again, each time flatter than the last, they had the place to themselves.

”What's it like, Gorrick,” inquired Phipps of the stout youth, who had just appeared above the surface again, blowing like a whale. The question was rendered necessary by the fact that many years before the boiler at the Eckleton baths had burst, and had never been repaired, with the consequence that the temperature of the water was apt to vary. That is to say, most days it was colder than others.

”Simply boiling,” said the man of weight, climbing out. ”I say, did I go in all right then?”

”Not bad,” said Phipps.

”Bit flat,” added Thomas critically.

Gorrick blinked severely at the speaker. A head-waiter at a fas.h.i.+onable restaurant is cordial in his manner compared with a boy who has been at a public school a year, when addressed familiarly by a new boy. After reflecting on the outrage for a moment, he dived in again.

”Worse than ever,” said Truthful Thomas.

”Look here!” said Gorrick.

”Oh, come _on_!” exclaimed Phipps, and led Thomas away.

”That kid,” said Gorrick to Spencer, ”wants his head smacked, badly.”

”That's just what I say,” agreed Spencer, with the eagerness of a great mind which has found another that thinks alike with itself.

Spencer was the first of the trio ready to enter the water. His movements were wary and deliberate. There was nothing of the professional diver about Spencer. First he stood on the edge and rubbed his arms, regarding the green water beneath with suspicion and dislike. Then, crouching down, he inserted three toes of his left foot, drew them back sharply, and said ”Oo!” Then he stood up again.

His next move was to slap his chest and dance a few steps, after which he put his right foot into the water, again remarked ”Oo!” and resumed Position I.

”Thought you said it was warm,” he shouted to Gorrick.