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Updated: June 2, 2025
Scores of boys came to see it that day, and the evening brought Benson's father. After hearing the story all he could say was: "It's a good thing for me that I was not there.
That thought appeared to bring Owen around into a state of good humor. He looked at the chuckling, and two or three times broke out into a hearty guffaw. Jack Benson's mental torment grew as the time passed. Hal Hastings was in no more enviable frame of mind. "And we brought this upon us by being sympathetic.
And now the cadets broke into a low, monotonous chant, in time to their movements. It ran: Sir, sir, surcingle! Sir, sir, circle! Sir, sir, with a shingle Sir, sir, sir! As regular as drumbeats the cadets ripped out the syllables of the refrain. At each word Jack Benson's body shot higher and higher. These young men were experts in the gentle art of blanket-tossing.
You have now seen the note which was delivered into Mr Benson's hands, as the cool shades of evening stole over the glowing summer sky. When he had read it, he again prepared to write a few hasty lines before the post went out.
But as he was following the doctor, he they all were aware of the effort Mr Bradshaw was making to rise, in order to arrest Mr Benson's departure. He did stand up, supporting himself with one hand on the table, for his legs shook under him. Mr Benson came back instantly to the spot where he was.
But it was a rough shed, more than twenty feet high, and at least one hundred and twenty feet long, running down to the shore, that instantly caught Jack Benson's glance. "There's where they must be putting the 'Pollard' in shape," he cried, eagerly, as he pointed. Both youngsters hurried toward that shed. As they reached it the inventor came into sight around the end.
"I've a good mind to go there to-night," he said to himself, as he crossed the street to examine the playbills which were posted on the walls of the theatre. Mr. F.R. Benson's Shakespearean Company, he read on the bill by the stage-door, would perform The Merchant of Venice that evening. The Company would remain in Belfast during the following week and would produce other plays by Shakespeare.
"Nine for sixpence," is Benson's desperate challenge, the cakes of course shrinking somewhat in size. The baker does not live who can afford to give ten for sixpence. Benson has now to create new signs. "No second-class flour used in the cakes of this establishment," is one of his efforts. Dunks caps it. "No miserable counting out of currants in cakes baked here. Visitors are invited to sample."
Wargrave obeyed, remembering Miss Benson's remark on the Political Officer's love of the great animals. Soon unmistakable signs showed that they were on the track of a herd; and presently Frank caught sight of a slate-coloured body in the undergrowth, then another and another.
It was difficult to see the print of Benson's shoes and Harding could not move a step alone, but they called out at intervals as Blake slowly helped him along, and at length a shadowy object loomed in front of them. As they came up Benson pointed to a slight depression. "We can follow it if it gets no fainter, but there's no time to lose," he said.
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