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It was Dick's purse, of course; and in spite of Paul's frantic efforts to retain it, it was taken from him, its contents equitably divided amongst the claimants, and the purse itself returned to him empty. "Now, Bultitude," said Mr. Blinkhorn, "if you really wish to leave the field, you may." Mr.
I'm not fit for it at my age. You must see that yourself, and you must make Grimstone see it too!" "Never!" said Mr. Blinkhorn firmly. "Nor do I see how that would help you. I will not let you go back in this deplorable way. You must nerve yourself to go on now in the path you have chosen; you must force your schoolfellows to love and respect you in your new character. Come, take courage!
If they only give me time they shall have double their money back waggon-loads of rabbits, the best rabbits money can buy if they'll wait. Tell them to wait. My dear sir, don't see me wronged! I won't pay now!" "They have waited long enough," said Mr. Blinkhorn; "you must pay them." "I tell you I won't!" cried Paul; "do you hear? Not one sixpence. Oh, if you knew! That infernal Garudâ Stone!
Wednesday was a half-holiday at Crichton House, and so, soon after dinner, Paul found himself marshalled with the rest in a procession bound for the football field. They marched two and two, Chawner and three of the other elder boys leading with the ball and four goal-posts ornamented with coloured calico flags, and Mr. Blinkhorn and Mr. Tinkler bringing up the rear. Mr.
Blinkhorn, holding up one hand, "complaints are unmanly. But I see you wonder at my knowing all this?" "Well," said Paul, "I am rather surprised." "What would you say if I told you I had undergone it myself in my time?" "You don't mean to tell me there are two Garudâ Stones in this miserable world!" cried Paul, thoroughly astonished.
Blinkhorn at the head of one of the long tables, taking a class of about a dozen boys. "Take your Livy and Latin Primer, Bultitude," said Mr. Blinkhorn mildly, "and sit down." Mr. Blinkhorn was a tall angular man, with a long neck and slightly drooping head. He had thin wiry brown hair, and a plain face, with shortsighted kind brown eyes.
Blinkhorn, becoming aware that the game was being still more scantily supported, and noticing the crowd at the goal, came up to know the reason of it at a long camel-like trot, his hat on the back of his head, his mild face flushed with exertion, and his pebble glasses gleaming in the winter sunshine. "What are you all doing here? Why don't you join the game?
Blinkhorn, naturally enough, saw no reason why the money, being clearly due, should not be paid at once. "Give me any money you have about you, Bultitude," he said, "and I'll satisfy your debts with it, as far as it goes." Paul clasped his arm convulsively. "No!" he cried hoarsely, "not that! Don't make me do that! I I can't pay them not now. They don't understand.
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