Part 19 (1/2)
When ”Heads!” was called on the present occasion, Mike and Jellicoe instantly a.s.sumed the crouching att.i.tude.
Jellicoe was the first to abandon it. He uttered a yell and sprang into the air. After which he sat down and began to nurse his ankle.
The bright-blazered youth walked up.
”Awfully sorry, you know. Hurt?”
Jellicoe was pressing the injured spot tenderly with his fingertips, uttering sharp howls whenever, zeal outrunning discretion, he prodded himself too energetically.
”Silly a.s.s, Dunster,” he groaned, ”slamming about like that.”
”Awfully sorry. But I did yell.”
”It's swelling up rather,” said Mike. ”You'd better get over to the house and have it looked at. Can you walk?”
Jellicoe tried, but sat down again with a loud ”Ow!” At that moment the bell rang.
”I shall have to be going in,” said Mike, ”or I'd have helped you over.”
”I'll give you a hand,” said Dunster.
He helped the sufferer to his feet and they staggered off together, Jellicoe hopping, Dunster advancing with a sort of polka step. Mike watched them start and then turned to go in.
14
MIKE RECEIVES A COMMISSION
There is only one thing to be said in favor of detention on a fine summer's afternoon, and that is that it is very pleasant to come out of.
The sun never seems so bright or the turf so green as during the first five minutes after one has come out of the detention room. One feels as if one were entering a new and very delightful world. There is also a touch of the Rip van Winkle feeling. Everything seems to have gone on and left one behind. Mike, as he walked to the cricket field, felt very much behind the times.
Arriving on the field he found the Old Boys batting. He stopped and watched an over of Adair's. The fifth ball bowled a man. Mike made his way toward the pavilion.
Before he got there he heard his name called, and turning, found Psmith seated under a tree with the bright-blazered Dunster.
”Return of the exile,” said Psmith. ”A joyful occasion tinged with melancholy. Have a cherry?--take one or two. These little acts of unremembered kindness are what one needs after a couple of hours in extra pupil room. Restore your tissues, Comrade Jackson, and when you have finished those, apply again.”
”Is your name Jackson?” inquired Dunster, ”because Jellicoe wants to see you.”
”Alas, poor Jellicoe!” said Psmith. ”He is now p.r.o.ne on his bed in the dormitory--there a sheer hulk lies poor Tom Jellicoe, the darling of the crew, faithful below he did his duty, but Comrade Dunster has broached him to. I have just been hearing the melancholy details.”
”Old Smith and I,” said Dunster, ”were at prep school together. I'd no idea I should find him here.”
”It was a wonderfully stirring sight when we met,” said Psmith; ”not unlike the meeting of Ulysses and the hound Argos, of whom you have doubtless read in the course of your dabblings in the cla.s.sics. I was Ulysses; Dunster gave a lifelike representation of the faithful dawg.”
”You still jaw as much as ever, I notice,” said the animal delineator, fondling the beginnings of his moustache.
”More,” sighed Psmith, ”more. Is anything irritating you?” he added, eyeing the other's maneuvers with interest.
”You needn't be a funny a.s.s, man,” said Dunster, pained; ”heaps of people tell me I ought to have it waxed.”