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      The school was thunderstruck. It could not understand it. The pond affair had, of course, become public property; and those who had had nothing to do with it had been much amused. "There'll be a frightful row about it," they had said, thrilled with the pleasant excitement of those who see trouble approaching and themselves looking on from a comfortable distance without risk or uneasiness. They were not malicious. They did not want to see their friends in difficulties. But there is no denying that a row does break the monotony of a school term. The thrilling feeling that something is going to happen is the salt of life. …

      And here they were, right in it after all. The blow had fallen, and crushed guilty and innocent alike.

       The school's attitude can be summed up in three words. It was one vast, blank, astounded "Here, I say!"

      Everybody was saying it, though not always in those words. When condensed, everybody's comment on the situation came to that.

       There is something rather pathetic in the indignation of a school. It must always, or nearly always, expend itself in words, and in private at that. Even the consolation of getting on to platforms and shouting at itself is denied to it. A public school has no Hyde Park.

      There is every probability—in fact, it is certain—that, but for one malcontent, the school's indignation would have been allowed to simmer down in the usual way, and finally become a mere vague memory.

      The malcontent was Wyatt. He had been responsible for the starting of the matter, and he proceeded now to carry it on till it blazed up into the biggest thing of its kind ever known at Wrykyn—the Great Picnic.

       Any one who knows the public schools, their iron-bound conservatism, and, as a whole, intense respect ​for order and authority, will appreciate the magnitude of his feat, even though he may not approve of it. Leaders of men are rare. Leaders of boys are almost unknown. It requires genius to sway a school.

      It would be an absorbing task for a psychologist to trace the various stages by which an impossibility was changed into a reality. Wyatt's coolness and matter-of-fact determination were his chief weapons. His popularity and reputation for lawlessness helped him. A conversation which he had with Neville-Smith, a day-boy, is typical of the way in which he forced his point of view on the school.

      Neville-Smith was thoroughly representative of the average Wrykynian. He could play his part in any minor "rag" which interested him, and probably considered himself, on the whole, a daring sort of person. But at heart he had an enormous respect for authority. Before he came to Wyatt, he would not have dreamed of proceeding beyond words in his revolt. Wyatt acted on him like some drug.

      Neville-Smith came upon Wyatt on his way to the nets. The notice concerning the holiday had only been given out that morning, and he was full of it. He expressed his opinion of the headmaster freely and in well-chosen words. He said it was a swindle, that it was all rot, and that it was a beastly shame. He added that something ought to be done about it.

      "What are you going to do?" asked Wyatt.

      "Well," said Neville-Smith a little awkwardly, guiltily conscious that he had been frothing, and scenting sarcasm, "I don't suppose one can actually do anything."

      "Why not?" said Wyatt.

      "What do you mean?"

      "Why don't you take the holiday?"

      "What? Not turn up on Friday!"

      "Yes. I'm not going to."

      Neville-Smith stopped and stared. Wyatt was unmoved.

      ​"You're what?"

      "I simply sha'n't go to school."

      "You're rotting."

      "All right."

      "No, but, I say, ragging barred. Are you just going to cut off, though the holiday's been stopped?"

      "That's the idea."

      "You'll get sacked."

      "I suppose so. But only because I shall be the only one to do it. If the whole school took Friday off, they couldn't do much. They couldn't sack the whole school."

      "By Jove, nor could they! I say!"

      They walked on, Neville-Smith's mind in a whirl, Wyatt whistling.

      "I say," said Neville-Smith after a pause. "It would be a bit of a rag."

      "Not bad.'

      "Do you think the chaps would do it?"

      "If they understood they wouldn't be alone."

      Another pause.

      "Shall I ask some of them?" said Neville-Smith.

      "Do."

      "I could get quite a lot, I believe."

      "That would be a start, wouldn't it? I could get a couple of dozen from Wain's. We should be forty or fifty strong to start with."

      "I say, what a score, wouldn't it be?"

      "Yes."

      "I'll speak to the chaps to-night, and let you know."

      "All right," said Wyatt. "Tell them that I shall be going anyhow. I should be glad of a little company."

       The school turned in on the Thursday night in a restless, excited way. There were mysterious whisperings and gigglings. Groups kept forming in corners apart, to disperse casually and innocently on the approach of some person in authority.

      An air of expectancy permeated each of the houses.

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      CHAPTER X

      THE GREAT PICNIC

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      Morning school at Wrykyn started at nine o'clock. At that hour there was a call-over in each of the form-rooms. After call-over the forms proceeded to the Great Hall for prayers.

      A strangely desolate feeling was in the air at nine o'clock on the Friday morning. Sit in the grounds of a public school any afternoon in the summer holidays, and you will get exactly the same sensation of being alone in the world as came to the dozen or so day-boys who bicycled through the gates that morning. Wrykyn was a boarding-school for the most part, but it had its leaven of day-boys. The majority of these lived in the town, and walked to school. A few, however, whose homes were farther away, came on bicycles. One plutocrat did the journey in a motor-car, rather to the scandal of the authorities, who, though unable to interfere, looked askance when compelled by the warning toot of the horn to skip from road to pavement. A form-master has the strongest objection to being made to skip like a young ram by a boy to whom he has only the day before given a hundred lines for shuffling his feet in form.

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