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Updated: June 7, 2025
"Pretty bobbish, thanks, Brady," was the answer, and it told that Toppin was himself again. "You'll have to look sharp if you want a dip, Brady," called Green. "Andy'll be round in a minute, I expect." "Thanks! I'm not bathing to-day," was the response. Just then Escombe Trevelyan, who was swimming lazily about, landed at the steps close by, and beckoned Jack to come nearer.
And he turned back a large mat upon which we were standing, disclosing a small, square hatch flush with the deck. "Now, sir," he continued, "I'll be off below at once; because, from what I saw as I comed aft, I fancy them Spanish thieves is thinkin' about toppin' their booms, and if so, we've no time to spare.
It was fine to see even the smallest boarder chevying three day-boys! Toppin ran his fastest, and panted into the baths only a yard behind Simmons. "Why, if here isn't the kid! What the dickens has brought you after us, young un?" "I saw you racing," panted Toppin, "and I wanted to see if I couldn't catch you. And I did!"
"Indeed? And what business had he to take the law into his hands? What were you locked up for, Trevelyan?" Poor Toppin was feeling very sorry for himself, and distinctly bitter against Jack. He had heard the sound of many interesting things happening, and had a strong suspicion that he had been forgotten.
Toppin had been sent to school with his elder brother Escombe because his parents were abroad. Toppin being a very independent young man, however, this was not often possible. More frequently he would patronize the March Hare, and explain to him English words or ways that were puzzling.
Go back to the shallow end, and dance at the ropes. We'll come over and duck you." Toppin was quivering, but his face flushed crimson, and, thrusting himself forward once more, he laid a hand pleadingly on Armitage's wrist. At the same moment a clatter on the stone stairs told of the approach of section number two. "Give us one more chance, Armie, please! I promise not to funk it again.
Listen, they're just coming!" "You'll not do it," said Armitage. "Won't I, though! Look here! count three, and then give me a tiny push." As Jack and the March Hare entered the saloon they heard Armitage say, "Very well. One, two, three; now go!" There was a faint, quickly-checked cry, and then a little splash. Toppin was under the water.
"It isn't size that's needed, it's talent," observed Simmons, treading water, as he winked at the little fellow. "Rot!" said Toppin decidedly. There was a loud splash. Bacon had vanished. "Up he comes again!" cried Toppin, clapping his hands in an ecstasy. "Oh, I'm going to dive to-day. You can see how easy it is. Let me have a shot before the others come, case I fail."
What if Toppin never moved or spoke again! Suddenly the eyelids lifted: Toppin looked straight into Jack's face. "May I move now?" he asked innocently. Oh, what a relief it was to hear his voice! "You young fraud!" exclaimed Jack; but his own voice shook, and he was glad to surrender his charge into the hands of the attendant, a man trained for his position.
You know, a fella who’s scouted an’ hunted Injuns an’ popped bush cattle, to say nothin’ of toppin’ wild ones what can look like a nice quiet little pony one minute an’ have a belly full of bedsprings an’ a sky touchin’ back th’ next—a fella who’s had him all that kinda experience an’ a saddlebag full of surprises in his time gits so he can smell a storm comin’ ’fore th’ first cloud shows.
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