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I want every boy to be keen." "We are, sir," said Psmith, with fervor. "Excellent." "On archaeology." Mr. Downing for it was no less a celebrity started, as one who perceives a loathly caterpillar in his salad. "Archaeology!" "We gave in our names to Mr. Outwood last night, sir. Archaeology is a passion with us, sir. When we heard that there was a society here, we went singing about the house."
He hummed lightly as he walked, and now and then pointed out to Spiller objects of interest by the wayside. Mr. Outwood received them with the motherly warmth which was evidently the leading characteristic of his normal manner. "Ah, Spiller," he said. "And Smith, and Jackson. I am glad to see that you have already made friends."
Outwood pondered wistfully on this at times, not knowing that the Fire Brigade owed its support to the fact that it provided its light-hearted members with perfectly unparalleled opportunities for ragging, while his own band, though small, were in the main earnest. "Yes, Smith." he said. "Yes. We have a small Archaeological Society. I er in a measure look after it.
But this delicious vision of what might have been in which, in spite of all Margaret's repulse, he would have indulged only a few days ago was miserably disturbed by the recollection of what he had seen near the Outwood station. 'Miserably disturbed! that is not strong enough.
Outwood, the latter looking dazed, as if he were not quite equal to the intellectual pressure of the situation. "Where have you been, Smith?" asked Mr. Downing sharply. "I have been washing my hands, sir." "H'm!" said Mr. Downing suspiciously. "Yes, I saw Smith go into the bathroom," said Mr. Outwood. "Smith, I cannot quite understand what it is Mr. Downing wishes me to do."
"It would take a lot to make me do that. I am all against anything that interferes with my sleep. But rabbits in the daytime is a scheme. We'll nose about for a gun at the earliest opp. Meanwhile we'd better go up to Comrade Outwood, and get our names shoved down for the Society." "I vote we get some tea first somewhere." "Then let's beat up a study. I suppose they have studies here.
But in my opinion it is foolery, nothing else." He stumped off. "Now he's cross," said Psmith, looking after him. "I'm afraid we're getting ourselves disliked here." "Good job, too." "At any rate, Comrade Outwood loves us. Let's go on and see what sort of a lunch that large-hearted fossil-fancier is going to give us."
"This, sir, is mine and Jackson's." "What! Have you a study? You are low down in the school for it." "I think, sir, that Mr. Outwood gave it us rather as a testimonial to our general worth than to our proficiency in schoolwork." Mr. Downing raked the room with a keen eye. The absence of bars from the window attracted his attention.
Outwood in the general rule did not count much in the scheme of things, but possibly there were limits to the treating of him as if he did not exist. To enter his house without his permission and search it to a certain extent was all very well. But when it came to breaking up his furniture, perhaps ! On the other hand, there was the maddening thought that if he left the study in search of Mr.
We'll nose about for a gun at the earliest opp. Meanwhile we'd better go up to Comrade Outwood, and get our names shoved down for the Society." "I vote we get some tea first somewhere." "Then let's beat up a study. I suppose they have studies here. Let's go and look." They went upstairs. On the first floor there was a passage with doors on either side. Psmith opened the first of these.
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