Jack of Both Sides

Jack of Both Sides, by Florence Coombe

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Title: Jack of Both Sides The Story of a School War
Author: Florence Coombe
Illustrator: S. B. Pearse
Release Date: January 13, 2007 [EBook #20354]
Language: English
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[Illustration: "IT'S A VERY GOOD THING, MADAM, FOR YOU ... THAT MY FRIEND HERE IS NOT DEAD!" See page 40]
Jack of Both Sides
The Story of a School War
BY
FLORENCE COOMBE
Author of "Boys of the Priory School" "A Chum Worth Having" "Her Friend and Mine" &c.
ILLUSTRATED BY S. B. PEARSE
BLACKIE AND SON LIMITED LONDON GLASGOW AND DUBLIN

CONTENTS
CHAP.
I. THE JOKE THAT FAILED 5
II. TOPPIN'S DIVE 16
III. THE CHICKEN AND THE BICYCLE 30
IV. A KNOCK AT THE WINDOW 44
V. THE STORM BREAKS 57
VI. THE MARCH HARE'S REVENGE 71
VII. HANNAH THE HOUSEMAID 85
VIII. JACK'S MAIDEN SPEECH 94
IX. LOST--A NAME 103

JACK OF BOTH SIDES
CHAPTER I
THE JOKE THAT FAILED
"I say, you fellows, look here! What do you think of this? It's our lunch!"
"This" was a large basket, lined with a white cloth, at the bottom of which lay nine bread-pills. Nine boys looked down at them in rueful disgust, and then across the school-room to where a larger group stood chuckling mischievously, their hands and mouths filled with tempting, crusty hunches, carved from the loaf according to fancy.
Those nine gray, unappetizing pellets represented all that was left of the loaf; and Mason, the boy who first spoke, realizing this, flung the big basket in a burst of indignation at the heads of the opposite clump, one or two of whom were hit. Revenge was prompt. Ere it touched the floor it was hurled back with vigour, but, being dodged successfully, fell harmless to the ground.
Mason and seven others were new-comers to Brincliffe School, and when the luncheon interval was heralded by the entrance of the loaf and the exit of the masters, it did not occur to them to join in the general rush that was made at the basket. And this was the sorry reward of good manners!
The fact of the matter is that they were not merely new boys, and therefore lawful game, but day-pupils. That was a grievance at Brincliffe--a great grievance. It was only last term that the first day-boy was admitted into Mr. West's establishment. More than one young wiseacre had gloomily prophesied that Jim Bacon was the thin end of the wedge. And now they gloated, "Didn't we say so?"
It is not easy to see at once what objection there could be to certain boys attending the school and yet sleeping in their own homes. But a rooted objection there undoubtedly was--all the stronger, perhaps, because no valid reason for it could be stated.
Now for a few moments words took the place of missiles.
"You--you greedy, giggling gobblers--you!" This was from Mason, and he was hungry. The "g's" came out in slow, studied jerks.
"And what are you, pray? A pack of pretty poppets! Mammy's darlings! Must go home to by-by, mustn't you?" Sneering was Joe Green's forte.
Words failed Mason, but a small black-eyed lad, called Lewis Simmons, took up the cudgels in his stead.
"I'd rather be a pretty poppet than an ugly chimpanzee like--some people!"
"Hold your tongue, baby! Cheek me again, and you'll get smacked. We must see that all you duckies go to bed at twelve for a little nap. You shall have a nice beauty-sleep, you shall!"
"Don't answer! Swallow it down!" muttered Jack Brady, laying his hand on Simmons's shoulder. "Let 'em have the last word if they're stuck on it. We're only wasting breath."
"It's all very well, Brady, but they have treated us abominably! We'd done nothing to them." Ethelbert Hughes, who said this in a low voice, was Simmons's special chum, though a great contrast, being tall and fair, with a gentle, quiet manner.
"Still, there's nothing gained by bandying names," returned Brady. "And it isn't even amusing to listen to. A fellow's seldom funny and furious at the same time.
"I don't care about words," said Mason, giving a fierce kick to the basket. "I'm quite ready to bandy thumps, if they prefer it. But they deserve trouncing in some way for a caddish trick like this."
"It was a bit rough on us, but they only meant it as a joke," persisted Brady. "We must pay them back in joke, and then it'll be all right."
"Will it?" growled Bacon. "I know better. Why, they hate