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He avoided Mike on his return to the trees. And Mike, feeling now a little apprehensive, avoided him. The Gazeka brooded apart for the rest of the afternoon, chewing the insult. At close of play he sought Burgess. Burgess, besides being captain of the eleven, was also head of the school. He was the man who arranged prefects' meetings.
And my pater always has a pro. down in the Easter holidays, which gave me a bit of an advantage." "All the same, seven centuries isn't so dusty against any bowling. We shall want some batting in the house this term. Look here, I was just going to have some tea. You come along, too." "Oh, thanks awfully," said Mike. "My brother and Firby-Smith have gone to a place called Cook's." "The old Gazeka?
This is me, sitting over here. The tall, dark, handsome chap." "It's awfully awkward, you know," continued Burgess gloomily; "that ass of a young brother of yours Sorry, but he is an ass, though he's your brother " "Thanks for the 'though, Billy. You know how to put a thing nicely. What's Mike been up to?" "It's that old fool the Gazeka.
But fortunately at this moment the train stopped once again; and, looking out of the window, Mike saw a board with East Wobsley upon it in large letters. A moment later Bob's head appeared in the doorway. "Hullo, there you are," said Bob. His eye fell upon Mike's companion. "Hullo, Gazeka!" he exclaimed. "Where did you spring from? Do you know my brother? He's coming to Wrykyn this term.
"Oh, all right," said Mike. Silence. "Sugar?" asked Bob. "Thanks," said Mike. "How many lumps?" "Two, please." "Cake?" "Thanks." Silence. Bob pulled himself together. "Like Wain's?" "Ripping." "I asked Firby-Smith to keep an eye on you," said Bob. "What!" said Mike. The mere idea of a worm like the Gazeka being told to keep an eye on him was degrading.
"Why didn't you get up then?" "I went to sleep again." "Oh, you went to sleep again, did you? Well, just listen to me. I've had my eye on you for some time, and I've seen it coming on. You've got swelled head, young man. That's what you've got. Frightful swelled head. You think the place belongs to you." "I don't," said Mike indignantly. "Yes, you do," said the Gazeka shrilly.
By the way, rather lucky you've met. He's in your house. Firby-Smith's head of Wain's, Mike." Mike gathered that Gazeka and Firby-Smith were one and the same person. He grinned again. Firby-Smith continued to look ruffled, though not aggressive. "Oh, are you in Wain's?" he said. "I say, Bob," said Mike, "I've made rather an ass of myself." "Naturally." "I mean, what happened was this.
"I promised I would," said the Gazeka, turning round and examining himself in the mirror again. "You'll get on all right if you behave yourself. Don't make a frightful row in the house. Don't cheek your elders and betters. Wash. That's all. Cut along." Mike had a vague idea of sacrificing his career to the momentary pleasure of flinging a chair at the head of the house.
I didn't know he lived in your part of the world. He's head of Wain's." "Yes, I know," said Mike. "Why is he called Gazeka?" he asked after a pause. "Don't you think he looks like one? What did you think of him?" "I didn't speak to him much," said Mike cautiously. It is always delicate work answering a question like this unless one has some sort of an inkling as to the views of the questioner.
And outside in the cricket-field, the massive mind of the Gazeka was filled with rage, as it was gradually borne in upon him that this was not a question of mere lateness which, he felt, would be bad enough, for when he said six-thirty he meant six-thirty but of actual desertion.
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