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But we must carry on. In which direction, should you say, does this arena lie?" It had begun to rain as they left Billy's lodgings. Psmith turned up the collar of his Burberry. "We suffer much in the cause of Literature," he said. "Let us inquire of this genial soul if he knows where the Highfield is." The pedestrian referred to proved to be going there himself.
Probably we shall find him in the act of emitting his last breath. I expect he was lynched by the enthusiastic mob. 'Not much, grinned Mike. 'They were too busy with us. All right, I'll come if you really want me to, but it's awful rot. One of the many things Mike could never understand in Psmith was his fondness for getting into atmospheres that were not his own.
I shall, of course, tell nobody, if you do not wish it." "Well, it was like this, sir," said Psmith. "Jackson happened to tell me that you and Mr. Downing seemed to think he had painted Mr. Downing's dog, and there seemed some danger of his being expelled, so I thought it wouldn't be an unsound scheme if I were to go and say I had done it. That was the whole thing.
What of the time when we retire to our dormitory?" "Or dormitories. I say, if we're in separate rooms we shall be in the cart." Psmith eyed Mike with approval. "He thinks of everything! You're the man, Comrade Jackson, to conduct an affair of this kind such foresight! such resource!
"I was just taggin' along with you gents," protested the light-weight, "I thought you was taking me right. This is the first time I been up here." "Next time we three go on a little jaunt anywhere," said Psmith resignedly, "it would be as well to take a map and a corps of guides with us. Otherwise we shall start for Broadway and finish up at Minneapolis."
Changes of bowling had been tried, but there seemed no chance of getting past the batsmen's defence. They were playing all the good balls, and refused to hit at the bad. A quarter past six struck, and then Psmith made a suggestion which altered the game completely. "Why don't you have a shot this end?" he said to Adair, as they were crossing over.
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 you have already made friends." "Spiller's, sir," said Psmith, laying a hand patronizingly on the study-claimer's shoulder a proceeding violently resented by Spiller "is a character one cannot help but respect.
Psmith saw, as anybody looking on would have seen, that Adair was done. Mike's blow had taken him within a fraction of an inch of the point of the jaw, and he was all but knocked out. Mike could not see this. All he understood was that his man was on his feet again and coming at him, so he hit out with all his strength; and this time Adair went down and stayed down.
Psmith looked at the name inside the boot. It was "Brown, boot-maker, Bridgnorth." Bridgnorth was only a few miles from his own home and Mike's. Undoubtedly it was Mike's boot. "Can you tell me whose boot that is?" asked Mr. Downing. Psmith looked at it again. "No, sir. I can't say the little chap's familiar to me." "Come with me, then." Mr. Downing left the room.
It is merely unfortunate that those duties are not such as to enable us to toil side by side, encouraging each other with word and gesture. However, it is idle to repine. We must make the most of these chance meetings when the work of the day is over. Mr Bickersdyke heaved himself up from his chair and took another at the opposite end of the room. Psmith joined him.
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