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Updated: May 2, 2025
And yet Gilks's frame of mind was, so to speak, a good deal more black than blue. As he paced up and down the playground, rather like a wolf in a cage waiting for dinner, he was far more exercised to devise some way of making his faithless friend smart for his cruelty than to win back his affection.
"I say, Riddell," he exclaimed, almost before the door was open, "here's a jolly go! I've got to be that beast Gilks's fag, and Hullo! what's up?" This remark was caused by Silk's suddenly turning on his heel and hurrying from the study without putting into execution his threat. "What was he up to?" asked Telson, as the door was shut.
Gilks's report had certainly been well founded, for long before the captain reached his destination the roar of battle sounded up the passage. Be that as it may, it was a disturbance calling for instant suppression, and the idea of Riddell going to suppress it was ridiculous even to himself. He opened the door, unnoticed by the combatants within both on account of the noise and the dust.
Fairbairn rowed on a stroke or two without apparently noticing it, then turning sharply round in the middle of a stroke he discovered the reason. The blade of Gilks's oar was about a foot under the surface, and he himself was lurching over his seat, with the handle of the oar up to about his chin. "What on earth do you mean by it?" demanded Fairbairn, angrily. "Mean by what?" asked Gilks.
It was as good as proclaiming that the game was over. As Gilks's guilty confidant he had retained to the last some sort of influence; but now, with that blow, the last shred of his superiority had gone, and he stood there beaten before ever the fight began. Gilks had expected the blow, but had not been prepared for its suddenness.
This last exclamation was in honour of Telson, who appeared on the scene at that moment, and with whom the speaker joyfully departed, leaving Riddell only half informed as to the scientific defects in Gilks's style of boxing. In due time Bloomfield appeared, not a little curious to know the object of this early interview.
Whether he succeeded or not he could hardly tell; but when the evening ended, and the two finally betook themselves to bed in anticipation of Gilks's early start in the morning, it was with a feeling of comfort and relief on both sides. "If only I had known you before!" said Gilks. "I don't know why you should be so kind to me. And now it's too late to be friends."
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