injured.
Nothing daunted, he cleaned it as well as he could, and, putting it on,
emerged into the play-ground.
Just as he was fairly in the open, walking quickly towards the gates,
and not looking about him, he heard a burst of voices that bore no
pleasant meaning; and then a body of tennis-balls flew all round
him--some hitting him smartly, some whizzing within an ace of him.
As soon as he had recovered from the first shock of his astonishment,
stung and bruised, he looked to see who were his assailants, and there
he saw about twenty boys, mostly of his own age and size, in fact,
belonging to his form; though several of the crowd stood out from the
rest, as older and bigger.
Harry's weakness was now turned to indignation.
"You beastly cowards!" he cried, "what have I done to you?"
"Thought to get the prize by cribbing, did you, you sneak?"
"I did not crib," shouted Harry, who had not stirred from where he was
first hit by the balls.
"You little liar, you did. Give it him again," cried one of the bigger
boys; and then another shower of balls fell thick about him.
"I'm not a liar. It's you're the liars, and the cowards too," he cried,
coming nearer the crowd; and then the boys, too, crowded nearer to
him.
"Do you mean to call me a liar? Do you mean to call me a coward?"
cried one after the other--the bigger boys now being louder and more
threatening in their tones.
"Yes, I do," answered Harry, "if you say I cribbed, when I didn't. And
you are cowards to all set on one."
"Leave him to me," said Warburton, a tall, ungainly boy of fourteen, as
boy after boy was eager to take the quarrel to himself. "I'll teach him.
Now, you young brute," he cried, advancing to Harry. "Do you mean to
call me a liar and a coward?"
[Illustration: "'Leave him to me,' said Warburton, a tall ungainly boy of
fourteen, as boy after boy was eager to take the quarrel to
himself."--WILTON SCHOOL, page 52.]
"Yes, I do," persisted Harry, as Warburton came nearer, and shook his
fist in his face. "It wasn't my crib; and you'd better not hit me!"
"Better not hit you," jeered Warburton; while the group echoed, "Better
not hit him, indeed! Give him a good licking for his cheek, Warburton;
I would if I were you!"
Warburton's jeer was very forced, but the voices of the rest gave him
courage. So he rushed at Harry. The latter, however, seeing what to
expect, threw away his books, and then flew at Warburton, who, from
sheer astonishment at having actually to fight when he thought to
administer an easy licking, began the combat at rather a disadvantage.
Both hit very wildly at first, and not much damage was done. Of the
two, Warburton was most out of breath, for he had been hitting
furiously at Harry, who, not being strong enough to ward off the blows
with his arms, had been forced to dodge and duck his head.
Presently they got into a corner close to the lobby-door, and Harry was
beginning to flag. Not a word all this time had been uttered by the
on-lookers. They would not back Harry; and to cheer on Warburton
would be ridiculous. "Of course he would lick him all to pieces in a
minute," they said.
But the minute had been a good long one, and all in their hearts were
somewhat surprised. Just then Egerton came up; and Harry could
scarcely believe his ears, when one voice alone came out of the crowd,
cheering him on, and saying, "Go it, Campbell! Well fought! I'll back
you, after all." And the voice was Egerton's.
At that moment Warburton was making a furious charge at him, when
Harry stepped sharply aside, and gathering all his remaining force into
one blow, hit his foe on the jaw: at the same instant Warburton slipped,
and the blow and the false step terminated the fight, for he fell violently
through the open lobby-door upon the stone floor.
"Well fought, Campbell! well fought!" cried Egerton.
No one else uttered a word.
Waiting till Warburton was on his feet again, his mouth bleeding, his
face very crestfallen, Harry picked up his books, and shaking off
Egerton's congratulations and friendly words, for he felt he was far
more his enemy than Warburton, started home.
A good bathe in the lavatory set the mouth to rights; but Warburton
was utterly cowed, and had learnt a lesson, which the rest had learnt too,
that meek-hearted boys may bear a good deal of bullying, but that even
to their endurance there is a certain limit.
CHAPTER VIII.
FRIENDS IN MISFORTUNE.
Ominous words--A
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