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I say, is whispered, we cant do any good, and the housekeeper will be here in a minute; and all but one steal away; he stays with Diggs, silent and sorrowful, and fans Toms face. The housekeeper comes in with strong salts, and Tom soon recovers enough to sit up. There is a smell of burning; she examines his clothes, and looks up inquiringly. The boys are silent. How did he come so? No answer. Theres been some bad work here, she adds, looking very serious, and I shall speak to the Doctor about it. Still no answer. Hadnt we better carry him to the sick-room? suggests Diggs. Oh, I can walk now, says Tom; and, supported by East and the housekeeper, goes to the sick-room. The boy who held his ground is soon amongst the rest, who are all in fear of their lives. Did he peach? Does she know about it? Not a wordhes a staunch little fellow. And pausing a moment he adds, Im sick of this work; what brutes weve been! Meantime Tom is stretched on the sofa in the housekeepers room, with East by his side, while she gets wine and water and other restoratives. Are you much hurt, dear old boy? whispers East. Only the back of my legs, answers Tom. They are indeed badly scorched, and part of his trousers burnt through. But soon he is in bed with cold bandages. At first he feels broken, and thinks of writing home and getting taken away; and the verse of a hymn he had learned years ago sings through his head, and he goes to sleep, murmuring
Roasting a fag But after a sound nights rest, the old boy-spirit comes back again. East comes in reporting that the whole house is with him, and he forgets everything, except their old resolve never to be beaten by that bully Flashman. Not a word could the housekeeper extract from either of them, and though the Doctor knew all that she knew that morning, he never knew any more. I trust and believe that such scenes are not possible now at school, and that lotteries and betting-books have gone out; but I am writing of schools as they were in our time, and must give the evil with the good. |
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