‘Yes, it’s no good doing that. Haven’t you any other source of revenue?’
‘Yes, there’s just one chance. If that doesn’t come off, I’m done. My pater said he’d give me a quid for every race I won at the sports. I got the half yesterday all right when you were up at Aldershot.’
‘Good man. I didn’t hear about that. What time? Anything good?’
‘Nothing special. 2-7 and three-fifths.’
‘That’s awfully good. You ought to pull off the mile, too, I should think.’
‘Yes, with luck. Drake’s the man I’m afraid of. He’s done it in 4-48 twice during training. He was second in the half yesterday by about three yards, but you can’t tell anything from that. He sprinted too late.’
‘What’s your best for the mile?’
‘I have done 4-47, but only once. 4-48’s my average, so there’s nothing to choose between us on paper.’
‘Well, you’ve got more to make you buck up than he has. There must be something in that.’
‘Yes, by Jove. I’ll win if I expire on the tape. I shan’t spare myself with that quid on the horizon.’
‘No. Hullo, there’s the bell. We must buck up. Going to Charteris’ gorge tonight?’
‘Yes, but I shan’t eat anything. No risks for me.’
‘Rusks are more in your line now. Come on.’
And, in the excitement of these more personal matters, Tony entirely forgot to impart the news of the Pavilion burglary to him.
[3]
AN UNIMPORTANT BY-PRODUCT
The news, however, was not long in spreading. Robinson took care of that. On the way to school he overtook his friend Morrison, a young gentleman who had the unique distinction of being the rowdiest fag in Ward’s House, which, as any Austinian could have told you, was the rowdiest house in the School.
‘I say, Morrison, heard the latest?’
‘No, what?’
‘Chap broke into the Pav. last night.’
‘Who, you?’
‘No, you ass, a regular burglar. After the Sports prizes.’
‘Look here, Robinson, try that on the kids.’
‘Just what I am doing,’ said Robinson.
This delicate reference to Morrison’s tender years had the effect of creating a disturbance. Two School House juniors, who happened to be passing, naturally forsook all their other aims and objects and joined the battle.
‘What’s up?’ asked one of them, dusting himself hastily as they stopped to take breath. It was always his habit to take up any business that might attract his attention, and ask for explanations afterwards.
‘This kid—’ began Morrison.
‘Kid yourself, Morrison.’
‘This lunatic, then.’ Robinson allowed the emendation to pass. ‘This lunatic’s got some yarn on about the Pav. being burgled.’
‘So it is. Tell you I saw it myself.’
‘Did it yourself, probably.’
‘How do you know, anyway? You seem so jolly certain about it.’
‘Why, there’s a pane of glass cut out of the window in the First room.’
‘Shouldn’t wonder, you know,’ said Dimsdale, one of the two School House fags, judicially, ‘if the kid wasn’t telling the truth for once in his life. Those pots must be worth something. Don’t you think so, Scott?’
Scott admitted that there might be something in the idea, and that, however foreign to his usual habits, Robinson might on this occasion be confining himself more or less to strict fact.
‘There you are, then,’ said Robinson, vengefully. ‘Shows what a fat lot you know what you’re talking about, Morrison.’
‘Morrison’s a fool,’ said Scott. ‘Ever since he got off the bottom bench in form there’s been no holding him.’
‘All the same,’ said Morrison, feeling that matters were going against him, ‘I shan’t believe it till I see it.’
‘What’ll you bet?’ said Robinson.
‘I never bet,’ replied Morrison with scorn.
‘You daren’t. You know you’d lose.’
‘All right, then, I’ll bet a penny I’m right.’ He drew a deep breath, as who should say, ‘It’s a lot of money, but it’s worth risking it.’
‘You’ll lose that penny, old chap,’ said Robinson. ‘That’s to say,’ he added thoughtfully, ‘if you ever pay up.’
‘You’ve got us as witnesses,’ said Dimsdale. ‘We’ll see that he shells out. Scott, remember you’re a
