Psmith Series. P. G. Wodehouse

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      “I know, I know,” said Bob.; “Burgess was telling me.; He wants kicking.”

      “He wants a frightful licking from the prefects,” emended the aggrieved party.

      “Well, I don’t know, you know.; Not much good lugging the prefects into it, is there?; I mean, apart from everything else, not much of a catch for me, would it be, having to sit there and look on.; I’m a prefect, too, you know.”

      Firby-Smith looked a little blank at this.; He had a great admiration for Bob.

      “I didn’t think of you,” he said.

      “I thought you hadn’t,” said Bob.; “You see it now, though, don’t you?”

      Firby-Smith returned to the original grievance.

      “Well, you know, it was frightful cheek.”

      “Of course it was.; Still, I think if I saw him and cursed him, and sent him up to you to apologise—­How would that do?”

      “All right.; After all, I did run him out.”

      “Yes, there’s that, of course.; Mike’s all right, really.; It isn’t as if he did that sort of thing as a habit.”

      “No.; All right then.”

      “Thanks,” said Bob, and went to find Mike.

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      The lecture on deportment which he read that future All-England batsman in a secluded passage near the junior day-room left the latter rather limp and exceedingly meek.; For the moment all the jauntiness and exuberance had been drained out of him.; He was a punctured balloon.; Reflection, and the distinctly discouraging replies of those experts in school law to whom he had put the question, “What d’you think he’ll do?” had induced a very chastened frame of mind.

      He perceived that he had walked very nearly into a hornets’ nest, and the realisation of his escape made him agree readily to all the conditions imposed.; The apology to the Gazeka was made without reserve, and the offensively forgiving, say-no-more-about-it-but-take-care-in-future air of the head of the house roused no spark of resentment in him, so subdued was his fighting spirit.; All he wanted was to get the thing done with.; He was not inclined to be critical.

      And, most of all, he felt grateful to Bob.; Firby-Smith, in the course of his address, had not omitted to lay stress on the importance of Bob’s intervention.; But for Bob, he gave him to understand, he, Mike, would have been prosecuted with the utmost rigour of the law.; Mike came away with a confused picture in his mind of a horde of furious prefects bent on his slaughter, after the manner of a stage “excited crowd,” and Bob waving them back.; He realised that Bob had done him a good turn.; He wished he could find some way of repaying him.

      Curiously enough, it was an enemy of Bob’s who suggested the way—­Burton, of Donaldson’s.; Burton was a slippery young gentleman, fourteen years of age, who had frequently come into contact with Bob in the house, and owed him many grudges.; With Mike he had always tried to form an alliance, though without success.

      He happened to meet Mike going to school next morning, and unburdened his soul to him.; It chanced that Bob and he had had another small encounter immediately after breakfast, and Burton felt revengeful.

      “I say,” said Burton, “I’m jolly glad you’re playing for the first against Geddington.”

      “Thanks,” said Mike.

      “I’m specially glad for one reason.”

      “What’s that?” inquired Mike, without interest.

      “Because your beast of a brother has been chucked out.; He’d have been playing but for you.”

      At any other time Mike would have heard Bob called a beast without active protest.; He would have felt that it was no business of his to fight his brother’s battles for him.; But on this occasion he deviated from his rule.

      He kicked Burton.; Not once or twice, but several times, so that Burton, retiring hurriedly, came to the conclusion that it must be something in the Jackson blood, some taint, as it were.; They were all beasts.

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      Mike walked on, weighing this remark, and gradually made up his mind.; It must be remembered that he was in a confused mental condition, and that the only thing he realised clearly was that Bob had pulled him out of an uncommonly nasty hole.; It seemed to him that it was necessary to repay Bob.; He thought the thing over more fully during school, and his decision remained unaltered.

      On the evening before the Geddington match, just before lock-up, Mike tapped at Burgess’s study door.; He tapped with his right hand, for his left was in a sling.

      “Come in!” yelled the captain.; “Hullo!”

      “I’m awfully sorry, Burgess,” said Mike.; “I’ve crocked my wrist a bit.”

      “How did you do that?; You were all right at the nets?”

      “Slipped as I was changing,” said Mike stolidly.

      “Is it bad?”

      “Nothing much.; I’m afraid I shan’t be able to play to-morrow.”

      “I say, that’s bad luck.; Beastly bad luck.; We wanted your batting, too.; Be all right, though, in a day or two, I suppose?”

      “Oh, yes, rather.”

      “Hope so, anyway.”

      “Thanks.; Good-night.”

      “Good-night.”

      And Burgess, with the comfortable feeling that he had managed to combine duty and pleasure after all, wrote a note to Bob at Donaldson’s, telling him to be ready to start with the team for Geddington by the 8.54 next morning.

      CHAPTER XVI

      AN EXPERT EXAMINATION

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      Mike’s Uncle John was a wanderer on the face of the earth.; He had been an army surgeon in the days of his youth, and, after an adventurous career, mainly in Afghanistan, had inherited enough money to keep him in comfort for the rest of his life.; He had thereupon left the service, and now spent most of his time flitting from one spot of Europe to another.; He had been dashing up to Scotland on the day when Mike first became a Wrykynian, but a few weeks in an uncomfortable hotel in Skye and a few days in a comfortable one in Edinburgh had left him with the impression that he had now seen all that there was to be seen in North Britain and might reasonably shift his camp again.

      Coming south, he had looked in on Mike’s people for a brief space, and, at the request of Mike’s mother, took the early express to Wrykyn in order to pay a visit of inspection.

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