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"It's hardly the thing, is it?" said the captain, quietly, after a pause. His voice, devoid of all anger or self-importance, made Wyndham still more uncomfortable. "I'm awfully sorry," said he. "I suppose I oughtn't to have gone. I beg your pardon, Riddell." "Oh!" said Riddell, "don't do that, please." "You know," said Wyndham, "as those two took me, it didn't seem to be much harm.
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.
"Bloomfield's down on us, you know; he's got a spite against us." "Oh! I don't know," said Riddell. "I fancy if we'd got some good enough men he'd be only too glad to put them in. After all, the glory of the school is the chief thing." "Tucker and Silk will never practise," said Cusack. "I know I would if I'd got the chance."
After all, suspicious as it might appear, he was doing nothing wrong. And yet, what would Riddell think? The captain was pacing the Big in a moody, abstracted manner, and at first appeared not to notice either the bench or its occupants. Wyndham, as he sat and trembled in Silk's clutches, wildly hoped something might cause him to turn aside or back.
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I ain't a-going to be done by you or any of your scholars." Riddell gladly put down the money and had the satisfaction at last of seeing Tom fumble in his pockets for the precious weapon. It was a long time coming to light, and meanwhile the boy kept a suspicious eye on the money, evidently not quite sure whether, after all, he was safe.
If you are quite alone, your reading is apt to become desultory. I find it useful to take once or twice a week a walk with Riddell of Balliol, and go through a certain period of Old Testament history; it makes me get it up, and then between us we hammer out so many more explanations of difficult passages than, at all events, I should do by myself.
Among their innocent amusements, that of hooting the captain had long been a favourite, and at the sight of him now, as they concluded, in altercation with their own hero, they thought they detected a magnificent opening for a little demonstration. "Hullo! Booh! Fiddle de Riddell!" cried Pringle, jocosely, from a safe distance. "Who cut the rudder-lines? Cheat! Kick him out!" echoed Lawkins.
"Well rid of him," said Fairbairn, as soon as he had gone. "Yes. I don't think much of him," said Riddell, thinking as much of young Wyndham and his temptations as of the schoolhouse boat. "Well, old man," said Fairbairn, after a pause, "you steered awfully well when you once began. Whatever made you so shaky at first?" "My usual complaint," said Riddell, smiling.
"No, I didn't," rejoined Parson, pushing up his cup for more tea. "It was you said that about blowing up us Skyrockets." "What a howling cram," said Telson. "I never make bad jokes. You know, Riddell, it was Parson stuck us up to that business. He's always at the bottom of the rows." Parson laughed at this compliment. "You mean I always get into the rows," said he.
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