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Thither of the wall the quartermile flat handicappers, M. C. Green, H. Shrift, T. M. Patey, C. Scaife, J. B. Jeffs, G. N. Morphy, F. Stevenson, C. Adderly and W. C. Huggard, started in pursuit.
John could not interpret this speech, save in its obvious meaning. "Rather," he replied. "Why?" said Scaife, very sharply. "Eh?" "Why was it worth while?" John stammered out something about good food and jolly talk. "Pooh!" said Scaife, contemptuously. "I thought you had brains, Verney." He glanced at him keenly. "Now, speak out. What's in that head of yours? You can be cheeky, if you like."
Not yet, however, was the sun to shine in John's firmament. As the days lengthened, as June touched all hearts with her magic fingers, insensibly relaxing the tissues and warming the senses, John became more and more miserably aware that, in the fight between Scaife and himself for the possession of Desmond, the odds were stupendously against him.
Mother and I hope he'll marry and have a lot of jolly kids of his own." "You hope he'll marry? Well, I'm " John's jaw stuck out. The emphasis on the "hope" and the upraised eyebrow smote hard. "You don't mean to say," he began hotly, "you don't think that " "I can think what I please," said Scaife, curtly; "and so can you." He laughed derisively.
None the less, his face was familiar to all readers of illustrated papers. And, suddenly, conviction seized the boys that a conqueror was among them, an Old Etonian, making, possibly, his first visit to the Hill. Scaife whispered his name to Desmond. "Why, of course," Desmond replied eagerly. "How splendid!"
It was Rutford, who, followed by Lawrence, strode down the passage into No. 15, and up to the bed. "If you please, sir," said Lovell, "Scaife has had a fit." "It looks like a fit," said Rutford, gravely. "I have telephoned for the doctor. You've tried," he sniffed the air, "all the wrong remedies, of course. Feathers phaugh! perfume brandy!
I almost got up and shouted. We hurried back to the town and sent a wire to MacGillivray. I wanted half a dozen men, and I directed them to divide themselves among different specified hotels. Then Scaife set out to prospect the house at the head of the thirty-nine steps. He came back with news that both puzzled and reassured me.
Not for the first time, John realized Scaife's over-powering ability to achieve his own ends. Who, but Scaife, would have made fielding the principal object of his holiday practice? Within a fortnight, Scaife was put into the Sixth Form game. Desmond found himself thanks to Scaife playing in the First Fifth game; but John was placed in Second Fifth Beta.
Look here, Demon, you must grin and bear it." "No," said Scaife, "not from Miss Trieve." He laughed as before. The Fifth exchanged glances. Then Scaife said thickly, "Give me another drink, I want a drink; so does young Verney. Look at him!" John was white about the gills and trembling, but not for himself. "Do go, Scaife!" he entreated.
John wondered bow Scaife had divined that he wished to be cheeky. His mentor had said so much to Fluff and him about the propriety of not putting on "lift" or "side" in the presence of an older boy, that he had choked back a retort which occurred to him.
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