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KING JACK OF HAYLANDS.A zale of 3chrol gift.BF TIL AUTHOR OF"HOPE ON;" "SUSY'S FLOWERS," ,c.True freedom stands in meekness,True strength in utter weakness,Justice in forgiveness lies,Riches in self-sacrifice.REV. C. KiNGSLEY.LONDON:T. NELSON AND SONS, PATERNOSTER ROW;EDINBURGH; AND NEW YORK."1871.
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KING JACK OF HAYLANDS.CHAPTER I.BAD NEWS FOR JACK.E was not called King Jack at first.He had been christened John, hismother called him Johnnie, andhis father and most of his friendssimply called him Jack..He was only thirteen at the time I amtelling you of, but he was tall and strong.He was the best climber, the best runner,the best jumper, the best foot-ball playerat the school he attended. He was not
8 BAD NEWS FOR JACK.specially fond of learning, but he could dothat well also when he put his mind to it;and there were some lessons which he hadgot tolerably perfect even then. One ofthese lessons was always to tell the truth,whatever it cost him. His father had oftensaid to him, " Jack, nothing is worth a lie;"and Jack had come to believe him, andwould have scorned even the shadow of athing that was false. Another lesson whichhe had learned, was never to be afraid ofanything. His father, Colonel Hamilton,never had been; and Jack did not desire tobe a braver or a better man than the fatherwho had never shrunk from danger howevergreat, and had never hesitated to do theright thing because it was right. I wish Icould make you see him as he stood at thedoor of his father's house one evening inJune, waiting for his mother to come outfor a walk with him.
BAD NEWS FOR JACK. 9AT THIE HOUSE DOOR.With his black hair, his deep blue eyes,his open forehead, and his free fearlessmanner, he was the picture of a merry light-hearted English boy."Ah, here you are !" he said at last, ashis mother came down the steps. "Now,then, where shall we go ?""You shall choose, dear," replied *Irs.Hamilton; a tall lady, who had the same
10 BAD NEWS FOR JACK.blue eyes, the same dark hair, the same openforehead as her boy."Then I say down by the water, alongby the road first, and then home by thewood and the river path.""We mustn't go too far, Johnnie. I feelrather tired this evening.""No; we'll go slow-as slow as snails, ifyou like. But where's Flossy ?""Oh, I sent her back to the nursery. Iwanted a talk with you, my boy, and 1thought Miss Florence would be in our way.""Poor child And I promised her thatI would send Sailor into the water nexttime I went down there. We might take"him, mother-mightn't we ?""Yes, if you like." And Jack whistled toa great Newfoundland dog, which camebounding up to him directly from the farside of the garden.The mother and son walked on for some
BAD NEWS FOR JACK. 11distance without speaking much. Jack wasoccupied in throwing pieces of stick forSailor to fetch, and Mrs. Hamilton seemedto be thinking of something else,"It will be much jollier down by theriver," said Jack, presently; "it's so horriblydusty here. Sailor will be as white as amiller before he gets home."" You must put him into the river to washit off.""Yes, that I will; though I should thinkthe dust would almost turn to mud there.Halloa !-who's this riding up the road atsuch a rate ? Oh it's Captain Wilson."Captain Wilson was one of the officers inColonel Hamilton's regiment, and he reinedin his horse as he came up to the colonel'swife, and took off his hat."Good evening, Mrs. Hamilton. Well,Jack, how are you ?"Jack looked up and nodded. Then he
12 BAD NEWS FOR JACK.immediately turned his attention to theSbeautiful horse which the officer was riding,and patted its neck and stroked it, andtalked to it confidentially, as if it was apersonal friend.Meanwhile Captain Wilson was saying,-" When do you expect the colonel, Mrs.Hamilton ? ""To-morrow, I think," she answered." And so we've got orders for India. It'srather exciting-isn't it ?"Mrs. Hamilton laid her finger on her lips,and glanced towards Jack."Doesn't he know ?" said the captain ina whisper."Not yet," she answered. But Jack'squick ear had caught the word "India,"and he broke off his talk to the horse, andlooked round inquiringly."Who's going to India?" he said,quickly.
BAD NEWS FOR JACK. 13' I an," replied the captain, laughing;and bowing to Mrs. Hamilton, he rode off."Is he going to exchange, mother?"asked Jack, when they had walked on alittle way."I don't know, dear. I don't think hewill," and Mrs. Hamilton sighed. "Isn'tthis the turn to the meadows? Let usget out of this dusty road as soon as wecan."" Will father really be home to-morrow ?"said Jack, when he had closed the gatebehind his mother."Yes; I quite hope so. He has gone toa place called Haylands, in one of the mid-land counties, to-day ?""What has he gone there for?" Hismother did not answer, and Jack went onhalf to himself: "He'll be sorry if CaptainWilson exchanges to go to India, he's sofond of him. Well, if I was once in a good
14 BAD NEWS FOR JACK.regiment, I should, stop there, and nothingshould get me out of it."They had reached the quiet river now,which was winding through the meadows,on toward the old gray city, which it passedbefore it lost itself in the further country."I am tired; I mean to have a resthere," and Mrs. Hamilton sat down underthe shade of a tree which hung over thewater.Jack threw himself at full length on thegrass beside her.His mother stretched out her hand, andpassed it over his hair. "Johnnie," shesaid-and her voice trembled a little-" yourfather said I had better tell you-and Ihave been putting it off every day.""What, mother ?" But Jack knew whatit was almost before he put his question.He knew it by the mournful tenderness inhis mother's voice, he knew it by the tears
BAD NEWS FOR JACK. 15which had risen to her eyes, he knew itby the strange foreboding which had comeinto his own heart, suddenly, while shespoke."The regiment is ordered to India."Jack knew quite enough of military lifeto understand the meaning of these fewwords. It meant that the father andmother whom he loved so heartily were togo away from him-away, far, far out of hisreach; and that there would be countlessmiles of sea and land between them. Itmeant that very soon he should be leftamongst strangers; that he should not hearhis mother's voice any more; that heshould not be able to look into his father'sface; that he should be a lonely boy, leftto fight his way for himself, until he wasold enough to enter his father's profession.He knew all this, and, brave, strong boyas he was, he couldn't keep down those tears
16 BAD NEWS FOR JACK.which came up into his eyes. But heturned his head away from his mother, andlet them drop down one by one into theriver, as he bent over its brim, pretend-ing to steer a little bit of stick round atiny grass headland which went out into thewater.Presently, when he glanced round, he sawthat his mother's face was hidden in herhands, and then he dashed his hand acrosshis eyes, and turned round brightly."Cheer up, mother," he said, though hefound it very hard to get the words outwhen he tried to speak; "cheer up, youcan't help it-none of us can help it, youknow; if !Se colonel has got to go, he mustgo, and that is all about it.""0 Johnnie dear, you don't know whata trouble it is to me," sobbed his mother."I-I am not so sure of that. Hi,Sailor, good dog-go in-in for it then!"(288)
BAD NEWS FOR JACK. 17And lyith all his strength Jack threw apiece of stick far down the stream."Look at him,. mother-isn't he a jollyold dog? "Mrs. Hamilton looked as he desired her,while the Newfoundland plunged into thewater, and swam gallantly after the stick,and both she and Jack watched him silentlyuntil he had brought it back in triumph,and was shaking his wet curly coat over thegrass. Then Jack came a little nearer tohis mother, and said again: "I'm not surethat it isn't a bit harder for me, mother,only I'm a boy; and so it doesn't signify forme so much, but you'll have father and-and Flossy," he added with a trehendousgulp; for it had not occurred to him till thenthat he must part with this small pet sister,who was dearer to him than almost anythingelse'in the world."I shall have your father, you are right(288) 2
18 BAD NEWS FOR JACK.there, Johnnie," said Mrs. Hamilton, adly;" of course, wherever he is, is my true home.But I shall not have Flossy; she is toremain in England.""With me? Oh, thank you, mother.I'm very glad of that!" and Jack's facebrightened a good deal at this last piece ofnews."Yes, with you, certainly, if it can bemanaged. My greatest comfort is in thefeeling that you two will not be sepa-rated.""And where are we to go, mother ? ""To Haylands. I think you have heardme mefiion my friend Mrs. Hartley, whosehusband keeps a school. Your father hasgone see if he will take you, and also tosee if he can induce Mrs. Hartley to takeFlossy into her nursery, to bring up withher own two little girls.""I hope she will," said Jack.
BAD NEWS FOR JACK. 19"I -think she will, and I think you willbe happy there."Jack tried to whistle a tune. It wouldnot do. Then he threw a stone far off intothe water, as if he would fling away thebad news with it. At last he said,-" Isuppose I shall stop there until I go toSandhurst ?""Yes, my boy. But I daresay we shallnot be very long in India. You know yourfather often talks of retiring from the ser-vice. And so we must look forward to that.""Yes," said Jack slowly."Now, we must be going towards home."Not many words were spoken either bythe mother or son as they went home throughthe meadows, over which the low eveningsunlight was streaming. Only once Mrs.Hamilton turned round, and, looking intothe boy's face, she said,-" Johnnie, it com-forts me in leaving my little Flossy to
-20 BAD NEWS FOR JACK.think how you will love her and take careof her always-won't you ?""As much as ever I can, mother. It'sall I can do, then.""You will have to be father and motherand brother to her all in one. I know manyboys are afraid and ashamed to take muchnotice of little girls, but you will not be likethat.""There's nothing that I can see to beashamed of in it, when it's your own sister;and I would like to see the fellow whowould dare to laugh at me twice about it,that's all.""You mustn't be so fiery, Johnnie dear.I am more afraid of that hot temper of yoursbringing you into trouble, than of anythingelse."They had reached home by this -time, andsaw a little figure standing on the door-stepswaiting for them. A little laughing child,
BAD NEWS FOR JACK. 21with the softest, rosiest cheeks in the world,and big blue eyes sparkling with fun, andfull of happiness." Papa's come home-papa's come home I"she was crying; and as she spoke the colonelhimself followed her to the door.FLOSSY AT THE DOOR.Mrs. Hamilton's face brightened when shesaw her husband. "You are home soonerthan you expected to be, aren't you ?"
22 BAD NEWS FOR JACK."Yes. I found that it was not necessaryfor me to stay at Haylands; my arrange-ments there were made very quickly, and Iknew there was much remaining undone herefor want of me, so I hurried home as fast asI could. Well, Jack, my boy, how are you ?Have you taken good care of mother andthis little girl ? "Jack looked up at the tall soldierly formof his father, and then, as his eyes met thegaze of those grave kind ones, which werereading the trouble in his face, all his wordsfailed him, and mumbling out somethingabout going to fasten up Sailor, he dashedthrough the hall and out into the backgarden. He did not chain up the dog atonce. He went to the summer-house whichhe and his father had made that very springfor. his mother, with visions of the longsummer hours to be spent in it, and throw-ing himself down on the seat, he rested his
BAD NEWS FOR JACK. 28head on the little wooden table and sobbedbitterly.Presently Sailor came up to his side, lov-ing and sympathizing, as dogs that are worthanything always are when those whom theycare about are in trouble; and now the bigdog laid his cold nose close to Jack's cheek,and tried to whine his pity and compassionfor his young master. Jack quite under-stood the rough attempt at comfort, and heslipped down to the ground and threw hisarm round the dog, burying his face on itscurly neck. "0 Sailor, Sailor !" he sobbed,"they're going away-mother's going away-and whatever shall we do ? We've got togo off to live with people we don't know-Flossy and I-and it's all horrid." Itseemed to do him good to tell out his sorrowto Sailor, and the dog's sympathy, thoughquietly shown, was very soothing.Presently Jack heard a footstep on the
24 BAD NEWS FOR JACK.gravel, and looking up, he saw his fathercoming to the summer-house, smoking hisevening cigar.JACK'S GRIEF.Jack sprang to his feet and tried to turnaway his head, that his father might not seehis face. But the colonel's eyes were tookeen and too quick for that, and comingstraight up to his son, he laid his hand onhis shoulder. "Jack," he said very kindly,
BAD NEWS FOR JACK. 25"you know all about it, don't you ? Wecan't help it, my boy.""No, father," replied Jack, still trying toturn his face away."You needn't fear to look straight at me,Jack. I don't think the worse of any boywho cries a bit about parting with hismother. I know right well you wouldn'tcry if any one thrashed you.""I should think not," faltered Jack."I know this is hard work for you, mylittle lad-it's very hard work for all of us-but there must always be hard worksomewhere or another in life."Jack did not speak, and presently ColonelHamilton went on,-" Your mother and I feel that you willtry all you can to live as we would haveyou live while we are away.. You areyoung, Jack, but not too young to knowright from wrong; and remember that God
26 BAD NEWS FOR JACK."will always show you what is right, and theway to do it, if you ask him. Now, comeand take a turn up and down with me, andI will tell you about your new home."Somehow Jack felt much brighter afterthat talk with his father in the .twilight.~~; i1lises
ENTER NOT INTO THE FATH OFTHE WicKED.P.CHAPTER II.HAYLANDS SCHOOL.SE have had sadness enough for thepresent. We will not dwell onthe parting scene between Mrs.Hamilton and her children whenshe took them down to the station, andsaw them set off for Haylands; nor tellhow sad she was when she went back tothe quiet lonely house, which had been sucha happy home before.Nor will we even go to Haylands, untilColonel Hamilton has said his parting wordsto Jack, has gone to the hall-door, and thenturned back once more to take Flossy up inhis arms, and kiss her again and again-not
28 IIAYLANDS SCHOOL.till he is quite out of sight, and his childrensee him no more. In fact, I think we hadbetter not go until the next day, when Jackhas cheered up, and has gone to play cricketwith his new friends.Haylands is a pretty parsonage, near thetown of Newbery; there is a good largegarden, an orchard, two or three fields, anda small lawn belonging to the house. Oneof these fields Mr. Hartley-has given up tohis boys for a play-ground. There aretwenty-eight boys already in the school.Jack expected to like Mr. Hartley fromthe first moment he saw him, there was somuch kindness and honesty about his face.Mrs. Hartley also had a pleasant look, andshe won Jack's heart at once by the motherlyway in which she took Flossy into hercharge. Her own little girls were a yearor two older than Flossy; but were de-lighted to have a companion.
HAYLANDS SCHOOL. 29On this very morning, just as Jack wasrunning into his room to get his cricket-cap,he had heard a dismal crying in the nursery.He had stopped to look in, for he had recog-nized Flossy's voice. As soon as the childsaw him, she dropped all the armful of dollsand playthings with which the other chil-dren had been trying to comfort her, and,Stoddling up to Jack, she cried, " I don't liketo stop here."" Oh, but you mustn't cry, little Flossy!Cheer up; look at all these beautiful things."" I want you to stop and play with me.""But I can't, little woman. I've pro-mised to go down and play cricket, don't yousee I really can't.""Flossy's face, which had cleared up whenshe had got both arms comfortably roundher brother's neck, clouded again."Now, I'll tell you what it is," said Jack,"these little girls are very good and don't
80 HAYLANDS SCHOOL.cry, and their brothers are out playingcricket. Now, I'll give you a ride twiceround the nursery if you'll be good."In the old times at home these rides wereFlossy's greatest delight, and she promised,with the tears still standing in her eyes,that she would be very good; so Jack tookTHE RIDE ROUND THE NURSERY.her up in his strong arms, and trotted upand down the nursery with her, while Rosy
"IHAYLANDS SCHOOL. 31and May laughed to see the fun; butFlossy's face remained very sad and solemnin spite of her triumphant progress."Now I must go," said Jack, putting herdown, and kissing her; "and you will playwith these little girls, and they will showyou all their things if you are a good girl,I'm sure, and by-and-by I will give youanother ride."He went away as quickly as possible.And Flossy, when she had thus made surethat she had one comforter left to her, wasmore content to be amused.Jack ran as fast as he could to the cricket-ground: the sides were made up-the elevenwas to play the rest of the school.""What kept you, Hamilton?" shoutedone boy standing amongst the eleven. Hisname was Lewis Scarsdale, and it was evi-dent that the others regarded him as theirchief, or leader.
82 HAYLANDS SCHOOL." I know," cried another; "he was doingnursery-maid. I'm sure he was; don'tyou know that he brought his nurse andhis sister here yesterday to take care ofhim?"Jack flashed a look of contempt round athim, and then looking down at his ownstrong fist, he said, " I know what I didbring to take care of me; do you want totry it?"There was a good-humoured smile on hislips as he spoke, and the joke dropped.Lewis Scarsdale looked the new boy over,and decided that he had some stuff in him,wondering at the same time if he "couldlick him." Until then he had been first instrength and in skill; but this Jack Hamil-ton looked like a formidable rival. Andwhen Jack came to have an innings, just tosee what he was like, Scarsdale watched him-with keen anxiety. The hopes of "the rest
HAYLANDS SCHOOL. 83of the school" went up rapidly, and Jackwas becoming decidedly popular for hisbatting, when his career of success was sud-denly interrupted by an unforeseen occurrence.The ball had been sent flying off to the farend of the field by Jack's strong hit; andJack and young Elvaston, who was in withhim, were running hard-they had madefour runs, they could have made five; theball was found, it was perfectly possible forJack to get back in time to save his wickets-when his side was thrown into dismay byseeing him throw down his bat and run offjust as the ball was coming in. A littlefigure had found its way into the cricket-field, and Flossy was running right up toher brother, crying out in the greatest de-light, "0 Jackie, I've found you, I'vefound you !" Her little fat legs seemed asif they could' hardly carry her over quickenough, and her dimpled hands were stretched(288) 3
34 HAYLANDS SCHOOL.out in delight; but she was making straightfor the very place where the ball wouldcome in. Jack had only time to reach herSAVING FLOSSY.and push her back, when there it was, safein at his wickets, and he was " out."It was provoking, no doubt, more provok-ing because of that joke which the boys had
HAYLANDS SCHOOL. 85made at first; but Jack seemed to rememberhis mother's charge, and there was no angerin his voice, though he spoke gravely, whenhe said, "You mustn't come here, Flossy;where's your nurse "Sn anxious face peeped over the hedge atthis moment, and a voice cried out, " MissFlossy, my dear, come out of that."Flossy saw that Jack was not quite sopleased to see her as she was to see him;and the sight of all the strange boys' faces,who seemed to be laughing at her, made hershy, so she began to cry for a minute, andthen Jack took her up in his arms, and shehid her face on his shoulder, as he carriedher out of the field."Why couldn't you have let the childalone, and not lose us the game like that ?"said one of the boys angrily, as he cameback coolly, when he had given the littlegirl into her nurse's charge.
86 HAYLANDS SCHOOL."Because the ball would have knockedher over if I hadn't pushed her out, that'sall.""Well, serve the little torment right,"was the muttered remark.Jack bit his lip, and pretended not to hearit; he felt that it would not be possible tohear that kind of thing said twice withoutshowing the speaker practically what hethought about it, and he did not want to dothis on his first day at school." I'll tell you what it is, Hamilton," saidScarsdale, as he walked up to the housewith Jack, "there will be a vacancy verysoon, and then we must have you in oureleven;" but in his heart Lewis Scars-dale rather grudged Jack the superiority ofhis play.And it was not in cricket only that Jackwas found to be an adept-it was the samein running; the same in leaping the brook
HAYLANDS SCHOOL. 37down amongst the fields; the same in swim-ming, when they went to bathe in the riverabout two miles away; and before long theygave him that name of King Jack, thoughhe did not rightly deserve it until some timeafterwards.It was not as easy for Jack to get on withhis lessons as it was with the out-door work;but he tried to put his heart into them also,whenever he remembered how anxious hisfather and mother were that he should geton. He was an almost universal favourite:the elder boys liked him because he was.such a "jolly good fellow," the youngerones because he did not bully them and.knock them about to show his strength andpower as the other big boys too often did.There were only two who stood back and.would not give Jack the friendship whichhe deserved, and they were Lewis Scarsdale.and Harold.Smythe. He has not as yet
88 HAYLANDS SCHOOL.been spoken of, and must have a few wordsall to himself.He was the boy who had been so angryat poor little Flossy's sudden raid upon thecricket-field. He was about the same ageas J :k, but he was a weakly, delicate boy.This would not have been against him, hadit not been that that same freckled pale facehad a look of cunning in it. Harold Smythedid not care about looking people in theface. He had had a hard life of it. LikeJack, he was left alone; his parents alsowere in India. He had early been senthome to the care of his grandmother andmaiden aunts, and his training had notbeen of the best kind before he came toschool. His thoughtlessness brought himinto various scrapes, and then he dependedupon his cunning to bring him out ofthem. The younger boys of the schoolfeared him, the elders distrusted him, and
HAYLANDS SCHOOL. 89yet he had a certain influence with allof them.Jack did not trouble himself much abouthim at first. He was very often temptedto give him a lesson in holding his tongue,but he felt that he was much stronger, andthat it would be cowardly to hit a boy lessstrong than himself, so he forbore.When the winter came, all the other boyswent back to their own homes; but HaroldSmythe and Jack Hamilton remained withMr. Hartley. At first it was settled thatJack and Flossy should go to their grand-father's house; but when the time came itwas found necessary that their grandfather3hould go to the south of France for hishealth, so the plan had to be given up.It was not convenient either that HaroldSmythe should go to his relations; so thatthrough the holidays the two boys werethrown much upon each other for com-
40 HAYLANDS SCHOOL.panionship, especially as, during part of thetime, Mr. Hartley went away, taking hisown two boys with him, to visit some rela-tions in the north of England.
CHAPTER III.THE RIDE." "OULD you two boys like to come" for a drive with me this morn-ing ?" said Mrs. Hartley to Jackand Harold, as they sat at break-fast one day. " Or would you rather takea walk by yourselves ?""Take a walk, please," said Harold, kick-ing Jack under the table."Well, I must say, you have been verysteady, punctual boys hitherto; so I thinkI can trust you," said Mrs. Hartley kindly."Where shall you go to? "" I want to go into the town to get a pairof gloves," Harold answered quickly.
42 THE RIDE."Well, .you may go, if you will be verysteady, and promise to be in before oneo'clock. What a dandy you are, Harold.You are always getting new gloves."Harold laughed; but Jack knew himwell enough by this time to know that hewanted something more than gloves in thetown that morning.It had been wet weather for several days;but on this day the sky had cleared, and thesun was shining brightly as the two boysset out for their walk." I say, Jack, do you like riding ?" askedHarold, before they had got very far ontheir road."Like riding? I should just think so.I used often to ride with my father.""That's all right; so do I. Now, lookhere. There's a man in the town who letsout horses-just hacks, you know; and Ithink it would be a great lark if we got
THE RIDE. 43one for an hour or two, and took it up tothe Downs, and practised some leaps thereby turns.""Jolly," cried Jack. "There's all man-ner of bushes and things there. We couldget some good sport. Hadn't we better gettwo horses ?""No, not two," said Harold cautiously;" for, to tell you the truth, I'm out of cash.I must get my gloves; and I shan't haveenough to pay for the hire. Jones gener-ally won't let them out under seven shil-lings arid sixpence for two hours; but asI've been a customer of his for some time"-he said this so grandly that Jack smiledto himself-" he always lets me have themfor two shillings and sixpence an hour.""Oh, well, I can do that for once in away," said Jack:"Then, if you'll pay to-day, I'll pay thenext time."
44 THE RIDE." All right. But I say, Smythe, are youquite sure we're not getting into a row ?Does Mr. Hartley let us have dealings withJones ?"" Whenever he gets hacks he always getsthem from Jones; that's all I know. Andthough, of course, we haven't time for ridingin the half-year, it's quite a different thingin holidays. Come along; we'll have a raremorning's sport; see if we don't."Jack hoped it was all right. At any rate,the thought of a ride was too much forhis forbearance; and Harold, after gettinghis gloves, showed the way to the horse-dealer's.Half-an-hour later, the two boys were upon the high down above the town. Jackwas happier than he had ever been since hisparents had gone away. It was a real joyto him to be on horseback; and though heasserted that he did not think much of the
THE RIDE. 46animal, he thoroughly enjoyed canteringhim up and down the smooth green turf, andsetting him to leap the small bushes andbrakes which were round about him.Harold stood on one side, watching Jack'shorsemanship admiringly, and wishing thatit was his turn to show off his accomplish-ments in the same line, though, as he saidto himself, "Jack certainly took the shineout of him in riding;" and he could onlycomfort himself with the reflection that hewas probably a much better judge ofhorses.Jack was not selfish; and though it wasa trial to him to pull up, he kept the horsefor avery moderate time himself, and thenrode up to Harold, saying, "Now then, oldfellow, you must have a turn. Try if youcan clear that gorse-bush."Harold was not at all unwilling to mount,and most anxious to show off before Jack;
46 THE RIDE.so he said he "would first bring out thepace of the beast, and then set it at theleaps." Jack stood watching him as he rodeacross the wide down, until he was almostout of sight. As he came back, he hadindeed "brought out the pace," for he cametearing along very much as if he had lostall control over the horse. "Hold him in,Smythe," Jack shouted, as horse and riderflew past him, quick as a flash of light."Hold him in, man; and don't go at thegorse-bush yet." But the words werespoken too late, and with horror Jack sawwhat followed. On the other side of thegorse-bush there was a little sloping ground,and then a bank. The horse took the leapwildly, for Harold had no check upon it. Itmissed its footing on the further bank, andfell.Jack hurried up to the spot where he.heard the crash. He half feared to find
THE RIDE. 47THE LEAP.both Harold and the horse dead; but wasrelieved to see his schoolfellow scramblingup out of some soft mud into which he hadbeen thrown, and the horse struggling forits footing."I say, Smythe, what an awful cropper."" Yes; isn't it a go ?"" We must get the horse up somehow.You aren't much hurt, are you ?"
48 THE RIDE."No, I fell soft; but I'm afraid the horseis damaged."Damaged indeed it was; for when theygot it up they found its knees so badlybroken that it was impossible to ride it anymore; and, very much downcast, they wentback to the town, leading the unfortunateanimal by the rein." We've met with a little accident, Jones,"said Harold, trying to put a bold face on it."It was a wretched brute you let us have,and it came down at the easiest leap in theworld.""That's all very well to say, Mr. Smythe;but this 'ere kindr of thing won't suit mypocket," said the horse-dealer, looking atthe animal's knees as he spoke. " Bothknees broken, as I'm alive; and it wasthe best horse in my stable. I should liketo know what a poor man is to do at thisrate ?"
THE RIDE. 49S"We're awfully sorry," said Jack; "butwe'll pay you double the hire, if you like.""Double the hire, young gentlemen Ilike that--I does-certainly. Why, youdon't suppose twenty or thirty times thehire would ever get me another like that ?And it is as good as lost property to menow."Well, what are we to do ?" said Jack,beginning to look rather dismayed." Well, I'll tell you what," said the dealer,after a few minutes' consideration. " I neverlikes to be hard on young gentlemen, never.I'll take ten pounds, and say no more aboutit.""Ten pounds " said Harold, in despair."Ten pounds !" echoed Jack, contemptu-'ously."Yes, ten pounds, and not a farthingless; and even then I shall be the loser byyou."1288) 4
50 THE RIDE." It's impossible," said Jack; while Haroldcould only look hopelessly about him, as ifAN AWKWARD SITUATION.he was searching for some place to hide him-self from this terrible emergency." I must ask Mr. Hartley if it's impos-sible, that's all," said Mr. Jones, with adisagreeable smile."Oh no, no !" cried Harold, reddening;
THE R DE. 61"you mustn't do that. I'll pay you some-how, you'll see; only it's a lot of money,and must be done by degrees."" I'm not hard on you, young gentlemen,and I don't mean to be unpleasant; but Imust have my money. I was a fool to letyou have a horse at all; I might haveknown you were too young to manage it.But, as I said, I'm not a-going to be hardon you, and I'll give you a reasonable timeto pay the money in."" It's too much. I'm certain the beastisn't worth it," said Jack indignantly. " I'vegot two pounds; I'll pay you that, and itought to be quite enough."Mr. Jones laughed scornfully." Well, sir, we'd better see what Mr.Hartley says, if you please.""No, no!" again said Harold, and helooked imploringly at Jack as he spoke."Not that. Look here, Hamilton, pay him
62 THE RIDE.what you've got, like a good fellow, andwe'll get a bill of that much, and then we'llgo shares. Do, please, do; and come away,I want to talk to you."So Jack paid for the two hours' hire ofthe horse, and two pounds towards thedamages; and then, receiving a receipt, heturned away, with an empty purse and aheavy heart, while Harold lingered a mo-ment to speak to Mr. Jones.Here was a fine end to a morning's lark.He wished with all his heart that he hadgone out with Mrs. Hartley. It was toobad for Harold to have let him in for this;it was sneakish and mean of him. He hada great mind to let him get out of the scrapeas best he could. He had no business toexpect him to pay for the knees which hehad broken; let. him do it himself. ButJack Hamilton could no more have seen afellow in a row, and not have stuck by him
THE RIDE. 5and tried to help him out, than his fathercould have turned away and deserted awounded comrade whom he might havesaved; and so he said nothing of those firstangry, bitter thoughts which passed throughhis mind, as he walked home beside Harold.Only when they. had left the town behindthem, and had got out into the quiet.country road, he said, " Smythe, I think thebest thing we can do is to ask Mr. Hartleywhether this man is charging us fairly, orif he is cheating us, as I fancy he is."And then that. terribly frightened lookcame back into Harold's face, and he an-swered, " You'd better say nothing about it.to any one at Haylands, Jack; we should-get into a precious row if you did.""Why so ?""Because old Hartley would be savage:if he thought we'd been hiring horses fromJones."
54 THE RIDE."Why, I thought you told me he hiredthem himself from him."" So he does; but-""But what ? Why, Harold"-and Jackturned round with an honest flush of angerin his cheeks-" you never mean to saythat eu've been humbugging me, andthat'.We're forbidden to have horses fromJones."Haold did not answer, and did not careto meet his companion's eye; and Jack wenton,-" I shall tell him all about it, then,directly he comes home. I shall tell him Idid not know it was against rules; and Ishall ask him how I am to pay Jones.""Then you'll be a horrid sneak," saidHarold angrily."I don't care. I don't mean to go in forbeing as big a sneak as you; doing a thingwhen he's away that you wouldn't dare to.do if he was here."
THE RIDE. 65Harold did not answer; and the twoboys walked on in silence for a few minutes.Jack 'was too angry to attend to his com-panion, and it was not until he heard asudden sob burst from him that he lookedround. He had never seen any one lookso miserable as Harold Smythe did at thatmoment."What's the row ?" he said sharply."It's a bad business, but there's nothingto cry about that I can see."Harold dashed his sleeve across his eyes,and tried to speak. "Jack," he falteredout, "save me this time; please do.""" How ?"" Don't-don't tell Mr. Hartley anythingabout Jones; don't say anything about itto any one. I got into a row about it oncebefore; and he said if ever I went thereagain, he'd expel me, and then I shbuld bedone for."
66 THE RIDE." I'm n9t going to sneak of you," saidJack prod ly."o p; but if you told him, he wouldknow quite well there was nobody else togo with you but me; and he would expelme, I know he would.. Just be kind aboutthis one thing, and I'll never forget it andI'll save up every farthing of money to goshares in Jones' bill. Say you will pro-mise. Oh do! I'm so miserable," whinedthe boy.Jack was weak to a fault in his good-nature; and before they had reached homehe had given a faithful promise, thoughsorely against his will, not to allude to thatmorning's work. A promise which, as weshall see, he had very great difficulty aboutkeeping.
HETHATE H POOR MAN.CHAPTER IV.JACK IS OUT OF POCKET-MONEY.* ACK was no longer the happy boyhe had been before. It was truethat when school began again, andhe was once more interested in hislessons, and still more in his play, he veryoften forgot the secret which he and Haroldhad between them; but when his weeklyallowance was paid to him and he wasobliged to lay it by, when Flossy's birth-daycame and he had not the money to buy hera birth-dy present, the remembrance ofthat which he had promised not :o tellcame back to him, and stung him 'h re-morse. He felt, for the first time, as if there
58 JACK IS OUT OF POCKET-MONEY.was somethbag in his life which he wantedto hide-something which he should notlike his father or his master to know, and itmade him ashamed of himself.He tried to work harder than ever at-hislessois to make up fCr this feeling, andavoided Harold as much as possible. AndHarold, though the impression of that Boli-\day's misfortune wore off him very quickly,avoided Jack, knowing that he was in hispower.In the Easter holidays, Jack and Flossywent to their grandfather's country-housefor a week, and Jack's mind was much re-lieved by the present of a sovereign fromhis grandfather. Now he could nearly payoff his part of the debt and be free-onlyten shillings more and the sum would becomplete-and as his allowance was half-a-crown a-week, he could manage to makethis up in a month. He often wondered
JACK IS OUT OF POCKET-MONEY. 59whether Harold had made up Ais part ofthe money also, but he never asked him.One day in May, as Jack was on his wayto the cricket-field, he met Flossy in thegarden with her nurse. She came runningup to him, all her little face beaming withgladness at the sight of him, for in school-timn he was not able to be much with her."* Where are Rosy and May ?" he asked,as he noticed that her two little companionswere not with her."Gone out for a drive," said Flossy,rather ruefully."And you are 'left lamenting?'" Jackasked, laughing."I don't know- what that means; "' andFlossy lifted her large blue eyes wonder-ingly to his face."No, I don't suppose you do; but youlook a lonely little woman. I've a greatSmind to stop with you and not to go to the
60 JACK IS OUT OF POCKET-MONEY.cricket-fieldwto-day; they don't want meparticularly.0" h, nice, nice!" cried Flossy, clappingher hands."And what shall I do with you ?"Flossy put her head on one side andconsidered. At last she suggested, "Playwith my new doll that Mrs. Harleygave me."Jack laughed. "No, Floss; I'm afraidI don't know how to play with dolls."" But I'll show you. And Miss Amy issuch a beautiful doll," Flossy said, re-assur-"ingly."We should soon get tired of that. Sup-posing I was to take you down the road alittle way, and into that wood where all theprimroses and blue-bells are. Should youlike that?""Yes, yes; and we'll take Miss Amytoo."
JACK IS OUT OF POCKET-MONEY. 61, ggaa----- -- ---- ----OUT WITH THE LITTLE WOMAN."There's Mr. Hartley crossing the lawn,nurse. I'll go and ask him if I may takeMiss Flossy for a walk. I daresay you
62 JACK IS OUT OF POCKET-MONEY.won't be sorry to get rid of her for an houror two.""Well, Master Hmnilton, I know she'llbe so happy to have a walk with you, thatI can't say a word. And she is alwaysgood with you, sir."Mr. Hartley smiled as he gave Jack therequired consent, and said, "That's right,Hamilton; you'll be none the worse forgiving up an hour or two to that littlewoman.- But are you sure you can keepout of mischief. What do you think, nurse;can we trust Miss Flossy with him ?""Oh yes, sir; he's the safest young,gentleman in the world. He'll be as goodto her as if he was her mother, and he'sas steady as steady can be with her."Flossy was dancing with pleasure, andran off into the house to get Miss Amy, anda basket for all the flowers they were tobring back.
JACK IS OUT OF POCKET-MONEY. 63It was a bright, happy afternoon. Jackoften remembered it in the years when hewas a man-remembered how Flossy haddarted from flower to flower with eagerpleasure, how she had filledther little handswith the cowslips and May-blossoms, andAMONG TUE FLOWERS.had clambered through hedges and ditcheswith his help; remembered how he hadcarried her through the fields when she gottired; and how her arms had clung roundhis neck, and how she had patted his cheeks;
64 JACK IS OUT OF POCKET-MONEY.tolling him he was a "dear old Jck, and\she and Miss Amy were, oh! so veryhappy."Only two things happened which some-what spoiled tlat pleasant time. As theywere coming home they met a few of theboys of the school-Lewis Scarsdale andyoung Elvaston, and one other. It hap-pened just at the moment when Flossy wasdeclaring that she was so tired that shecould not carry Miss Amy and the flowersany more, and had handed them over toJack, with particular charges that "MissAmy " was to be carried comfortably in hisarms, not all scrunched up in one hand, as-he was inclined to carry her."Halloa, Hamilton! how's dolly ?" saidone of the boys as they passed."Very comfortable, thank you," said Jack,laughing."I certainly should advertise for a
JACK IS OUT OF POCKET-MONEY. 65situation as nurse-maid," remarked Elva-ston." I'm practising for it," answeredJack.Lewis Scarsdale did not speak, but therewas a- sneer -on his face, and the remem-brance of it remained unpleasantly in Jack'smind after they had passed on. He wouldrather not have met any of his schoolfellows-just then, and he was not quite so muchinclined for a few minutes to make himselfagreeable to Flossy. However, he sooncame round again, and the rest of the walkwould have passed over very well, had itnot been, as they were turning the cornerof the green lane which led up to Haylands,they were overtaken by a man whom Jackrecognized in a moment as Jones the horse-dealer. He said "Good-evening" to himquickly, and tried to pass on, but Mr. Jonesput himself in front of him. "I came over(288) 5
66 JACK IS OUT OF POCKET-MONEY.to speak to you, sir," he said, civilly enough,but very determinedly."Well, Mr. Jones," said Jack, standingstill."I want my money sir," said the horse-dealer, lowering his tones; " I'd wait for itif I could, for I don't want to make myselfno way disagreeable. But I have a largebill to make up, sir, and that horse is adead loss to me.""I haven't got quite all of it," said Jack;"I've got two pounds ten, which I wasintending to bring you as soon as I couldget the other ten shillings. But I don'tknow how much Mr. Smythe has got to-wards his share.""Not a penny has he ever paid me,sir; not one penny. And what's more, Idon't much believe he will. Now, I don'twant to get a young gentleman like youinto trouble-because I believe you be a
JACK IS OUT OF POCKET-MONEY. 67gentleman -but I wouldn't a bit mindgoing up to Mr. Hartley and telling ofhim.""Don't do that, Mr. Jones; I'll talk tohim," said Jack "And now, if you'll waithere, I'll go up and get the money from thehouse and bring it to you, and as soon as Ican get the rest of it I will send it to you.Come on, Flossy."Mr. Jones stepped back into a grove oftrees, seated himself on a railing, and tookout his pipe, while Jack went home withhis little sister. He soon returned with themoney and paid it to the dealer, who wasthen content to go away, only remindingJack of his promise to speak to the otheryoung gentleman, which he did accordinglythat .evening, when he met Harold in theclass-room."Jones came up to-day, Harold," hesaid quickly, feeling that the only thing he
68 JACK IS OUT OF POCKET-MONEY.could do was to dash into the matter atonce.Harold got very red, and looked uncom-fortable. "What a dun he is," was all hesaid."He wanted his money," Jack went on." I have paid him my share, all but tenshillings. When will you pay him some ofyours ?""That's no matter to you," said Harold,quickly. Then fearing that he was goingtoo far, he added deprecatingly, "A fellowcan't pay away what he hasn't got."t"No; but really you ought to see aboutit. It is horrid to be in debt to a man likethat.""Well, but what am I to do, if I can'tget the money ?"" If I were you, Harold, I should gostraight to Mr. Hartley. I would go withyou any minute you liked, and perhaps we
JACK IS OUT OF POCKET-MONEY. 09shall find that Jones is overcharging us, andthat he can be made to take less. If Ihadn't promised you like a fool, I shouldhave told him all about it long ago."" But you have promised, and you cannotbreak your word now, you know," said Har-old, in sharp eager tones."No, of course I can't, you fool," saidJack, roughly. "But I think you're thebiggest sneak I ever saw.""Well, you needn't call a fellow namesfor nothing," said Harold. But Jackstopped to listen to nothing more, butsauntered away into the dining hall,where several of the other boys weregathered.Lewis Scarsdale was in the midst ofthem, and a paper was spread on the tablebefore him. "I say, Hamilton, come herea minute " he cried as Jack entered, " we'vegot a subscription list here for the new
70 JACK IS OUT OF POCKET-MONEY.cricketing things. What may we put youdown for?"Jack coloured, and for a minute or twogave no answer. Then he said, very dis-tinctly,-"I'm awfully sorry, Scarsdale, but I can'tgive anything to it.""Can't give anything ?" said Scarsdale,lifting his eyes to Jack's face contemptu-ously. "Why, you are much better offan most of us."" Stingy," said one voice."Mean," saidkanother."Is he saving up for a cradle for hisdolly, the dear? " questioned a third."Or his caps and aprons to go out to ser-vice ?" put in a fourth.Jack's eyes flashed as he looked round;then he looked down at the subscriptionlist, and carelessly scanned the namesin it.Near the top of it, subscribing ten shillings,
JACK IS OUT OF POCKET-MONEY. 71THE SUBSCRIPTION LIST.was the name of Harold Smythe. Jackpitched the paper away indignantly. Thenhe said once more to Scarsdale, "You mustput me out of the eleven, if you like; butI've got no money of my own, and I can'tput my name down for what I haven't got.I'm very sorry."Scarsdale sneered rather more than ever,but only said, loftily, "Of course, you
72 JACK IS OUT OF POCKET-MONEY.needn't subscribe unless you like. Nevermind, you fellows, I'll double my subscrip-tion, and that will quite make up the de-ficiency."The boys eagerly crowded round him, butJack stood apart, looking very proud andangry, with his hands stuck into his waist-coat-pockets in a defiant manner, but feelingin his heart more uncomfortable than he hadever felt before.
CHAPTER V.THE KING DETHRONED..iOR a time Jack's popularity was over,at least among the elder boys; butthe younger ones still looked to himas their champion and special friend.He tried not to care, but he felt ratherbitter against Harold, who had brought himinto all his trouble. However, he borethe coolness of his schoolfellows good-humouredly,. and by degrees the remem-brance of his supposed stinginess wore out,and was seldom referred to, except by occa-sional sneers from Lewis Scarsdale.Jack was trying for a prize, and thinkinghow it would please his mother if he got it,
74 THE KING DETHRONED.he put his whole heart into working for it.The end of the half-year was coming on.He had made up the remainder of his debt,and was only waiting for an opportunity ofpaying it to the horse-dealer. He had notasked Harold again whether he Iad paidany of his share, but he suspected that hehad not, for Harold seemed to have hisusual amount of money at command.One morning, after prayers, Mr. Hartleylooked round at all the boys very gravely,and drawing a letter from his pocket, he laidit on the desk before him."Boys," he said, and few of them hadever heard his voice so grave and sternbefore, " I wish to know which of you owesany money to Mr. Jones, the horse-dealerin Newbery."There was a silence in the room; the boyslooked eagerly into each other's faces, butno one ventured to speak, until one voice
THE KING DETHRONED. 75rose clear and strong, and Jack Hamiltonstood up in his place. "I do, sir," was allthat he said, and then he looked down,hesitating and ashamed.A look of disappointment and sorrowcame itto Mr. Hartley's face : he had hopedbetter things of this boy; he could hardlybelieve him guilty of this great fault of dis-obedience. He went on sorrowfully, "Didyou ever hire a horse from Jones ?""Yes, sir," again answered Jack."And did it meet with any injury oraccident while you had it ?"Jack looked over for one moment atHarold. Would he not speak up now?-washe really going to be cowardly enough tolet him bear this blame unjustly ? Yes ; hewas. Harold did not meet his eye; hishead was bent down, and he was claspingand unclasping a penknife which he held inhis hand. Jack thought for an instant that
.76 THE KING DETHRONED.he would tell out the whole story-Haroldrichly deserved to- be expelled, if Mr.Hartley did carry out his threat-and thensomething made him change his mind, andhe looked over at his master, and said,simply, "Yes; its knees got broken.""Very well; that will do, Hamilton.Mr. Jones is dead; his executors have sentin the bill to me for damages done to ahorse by one of my young gentlemen. Ilittle thought it was you. Come to mystudy at twelve o'clock.""You're in for a fine row, I can tell you,"whispered the boy who sat next to Jack.Jack did not answer him; his heart wassorely hot and angry, and he felt as if everyone was against him.As they were going to breakfast, he metSmythe in the hall. Harold was trying topass by without speaking to him, but Jackstretched out his hand and prevented him.
THE KING DETHRONED. 77"Not so fast, Smythe, not so fast," hesaid, angrily; "I must have a word withyou. Are you going to tell Mr. Hartleyanything about this affair, or are you not ?""Certainly not," said Harold."You are going to leave all the blame ofit on me, are you, you cowardly sneak ?Well, then, I give you warning, if he asksme any questions, I shall tell him the wholestory."" I know who'll be the sneak then; butI don't care twopence what you say-I shalldeny it. You hired the horse, and not me;and so you ought to pay for it." Haroldspoke blusteringly, and the anger in Jack'sheart grew fiercer."I declare I will tell everything. I don'tcare if you are expelled; I should be gladof it !" he said vehemently.Harold sneered at him. "I shall bebelieved as much as you; and if Jones- is
78 THE KING DETHRONED.dead, there is no one to prove what yousay.""How can you tell such awful lies ?" saidJack."You'll be doing just the same if youspeak -of me when you promised youwouldn't."Jack turned from him angrily and wentinto the breakfast-room; but he could noteat any breakfast that day. He did notknow how to get through his lessons, andthe hours seemed to drag by until it wastwelve o'clock; then, when the other boyswent off to the play-ground, he went to Mr.Hartley."Hamilton," said his master; " I am moresorry than I can say about this affair. Ithought I could trust you, and I am keenlydisappointed to find that I can't. Did younot know that I had forbidden any of youto go to Jones's?"
THE KING DETHRONED. 79JACK QUESTIONED BY MR. HARTLEY."I did not know it at the time, sir, whenI got the horse."" How did the horse's knees get broken?"
80. THE KING DETHRONED."Trying it at a leap," Jack replied,evasively; and then he went on with eager-ness,'--" It was.a regular screw, and Jonescharged ever so much for the damage. Butthere is the last ten shillings of my debt; Iwas only waiting for a chance of paying it,and I'm so sorry that the man will neverknow I paid it up.""Is that all that is owing ? I have gota bill here for more than five pounds.Come, Hamilton, don't let us have anyshilly-shallying about it; speak out the truthlike a man."" I-I-can't say anything more aboutit," said Jack, looking very uncomfortable."This won't do," said Mr. Hartley; "Imust know the whole truth.""I've got no more to tell," said Jackquickly. "I hired the horse, and its kneesgot broken; but it wasn't worth ten poundsfor the damages."
THE KING DETHRONED. 81"Was there any one with you?" askedMr. Hartley, looking at him keenly." I can't say that, sir," said Jack, gettingvery red."You can, but you won't, you mean.Well, Hamilton, I shall go into Newberythis morning, and find out all about it, if Ican't get the distinct truth from you. Mean-while, you must be punished: you must notgo into the play-ground for the rest of thishalf-year, and you must bring me a thou-sand lines before the end of this week.Of course, you have forfeited all chanceof a prize."Jack's face was very downcast and sad."You may go now," said Mr. Hartley; butstill.he lingered, standing irresolute forseveral moments, and then said, with adesperate effort,-"Please, sir, don't tell my father whenyou write."(288) 6
82 THE KING DETHRONED."I must," said Mr. Hartley coldly. " Itwas only a mail or two ago that, in writing,to him, I said .that I thought you truthfuland upright, and now I must tell him thatI have cause to be doubtful in this judg-ment of you.""I have been truthful," said Jackeagerly. "Every word that I have saidis the truth.""But I am quite sure you-have not toldme the whole truth. You have said part ofit, but not all. I don't want you to shieldyourself by throwing the blame mysteriouslyon somebody whom you are afraid to name,and I never wish to urge any of you to telltales of each other. I shall make out thetruth for myself.""I wish I had told it long ago," saidJack." I wish you had," said Mr. Hartleycoldly. " Is this ten shillings all that you
THE KING DETHRONED. 88have to give me towards payment of thisbill ?""It is all I owe of it.""And yet you say that you hired thehorse, and broke its knees, and that youhave paid only five pounds of the sum whichJones charged for the damage."" I did hire the horse," said Jack, in a lowvoice;. "but-" and here he stopped."But what ?""Nothing, sir.""Well, I have given you a chance ofspeaking out the whole truth, and you don'tseem inclined to use it, so now I shall gointo the town. You may go; I shall seeyou again about this matter."And then Jack went away, with feelingspartly sorrowful, but more angry and resent-ful, in his heart. He had been more sorryfor his fault before, though it was one ofnegligence, than he was now; for Harold's
84 THE KING DETHRONED.cowardly conduct, and the unjust amount otblame laid upon himself, made him veryangry. But he could not bear the thoughtthat all was to be told to his father-hisnoble, high-minded father, who scorned afalsehood more than anything else in theworld-and he should not be able to putthings before him in their true light.And during that playtime he went outinto the fields, and away through the woods,not caring that the sun was shining brightly,that the cuckoo's note was sweeter andclearer than he had heard it before, that allthe world was bright except himself.He came home just before dinner, andwas greeted with various questions as towhere he had been, but almost for the firsttime in his life Jack was sulky; he wouldnot answer any one that spoke to him, andturned roughly away from them all.Harold Smythe was passing him by, and
THE KING DETHRONED. 85thinking it best to support the blusteringcharacter which he had taken up in themorning, he said, "Well, sneak, have youtold your pretty little tales yet, and werethey believed ?"Jack's temper by this time had got beyondhis own control; he had been giving way toit all the morning, and now it had masteredhim. He hit Harold in the face, and wenton into the dining-room, leaving him whiningwith pain.But he got no sort of satisfaction fromhaving done this; he felt merely that hehad been somewhat of a coward, and hadbrought himself down nearer to the level ofHarold Smythe, by hitting a boy weakerand smaller than himself without offeringhim any fight.When Harold came in, a minute or twolater, Jack looked over rather anxiously tosee what amount of injury he had done to
86 THE KING DETHRONED.him. His cheek was still red and swollenfrom the blow, though no serious injury wasdone to him; but there was an angry scowlon his face as he caught Jack's eye.
CHAPTER VI.BETTER TO BE JACK THAN HAROLD.FTER the lessons of the afternoonwere over, Mr. Hartley again sentfor Jack."Hamilton," he said, "I havemade inquiries as far as I can, butthere does not seem to be any one who cangive me the information I want. I shalltherefore ask you one or two plain questions,and I expect plain answers to them. Didyou hire that horse yourself from Mr. Jones,or was it done for you ?"" I hired it myself, sir.""And you rode it yourself ?""Yes, sir."
88 BETTER TO BE JACK THAN HAROLD."And broke its knees ?""No, sir; I did-not.""Who did, then ?"" I can't tell you that, sir; but I didn't.""Do you mean to say its knees werebroken when you took it, and that younever found it out ?"Jack almost laughed in the midst of hisdistress at this idea. It was not at allwhat was to be expected of a soldier's son,who had been almost brought up amonghorses." Of course not, sir.""When was it that you got it ? There isno date to this bill.""I can't tell you the time exactly, sir.Early in this year."" Hamilton, the man in the stables, saysthere was but one of you, he thinks. Heheard his master say, 'that Master Hamil-ton looks as if he'd ride in a break-neck
BETTER TO BE JACK THAT HAROLD. 89way;' and yet you imply that some one waswith you. Who was it ?""I thought, sir, you said we weren't totell tales of each other."" I do not wish you to do so; but I havea reason for asking this question. WasScarsdale with you ? "" No, sir.""Was Smythe?"Jack was silent. Now that the chancehad come, without his seeking it, for him tohave his revenge, he was half inclined totake it, and tell out the whole story aboutHarold Smythe. The angry words of accu-sation rose to his lips, and then, even then,were kept back.I do not mean to say that Jack Hamiltonwas a good boy-you have heard enoughof his story to know that he was not; butyet, in his heart, he wished to do right. Inhis ignorant way he asked God day by day
0 -o BETTER TO BE JACK THAN HAROLD.to help him to do right; and though dayby day he failed, he always went on asking.And now, when the tide of anger was swell-ing high within him-when revenge andmalice were tempting him-by the help ofGod's good Spirit they were kept back, andhe did not speak." I will send for Smythe, and ask himthe question before your face," said Mr.Hartley. " I cannot be quite satisfied-about this affair. If you are implying thatsome one was with you, without affirming.it, t6 shift the blame from off yourself, youare doing a most dastardly thing; and,certainly, as far as I can gather at thestables, you are the only person responsiblefor the whole affair. I think Smythe wouldhardly venture to have gone to Jones's again,after the warning I gave him before. ButI will send for him, and see what he says."And then Mr. Hartley rang the bell, and
BETTER TO BE JACK THAN HAROLD. 91sent for Harold, who came in a few minutes;and Jack saw from his face that he intendedto deny the whole affair." Smythe," said Mr. Hartley, more kindlythan he had as yet spoken to Jack, "did youhire a horse from Jones at all this year?""No, sir," said Harold firmly; and thetruthfulness with which he could answerthis question quite re-assured him." Were you with Hamilton when he hiredone ? ""No, sir," said Harold defiantly."You have no share in this bill ?""No, sir."Jack shrank away from the side of thisboy, who told lies so readily, and whoseemed so hardened in them; and an in-voluntary cry of " 0 Smythe! how canyou ?" broke from him." Be silent, Hamilton. I wish to hearwhat Smythe has got to say."
92 BETTER TO BE JACK THAN HAROLD.SMYTHE'S DENIAL." But he is not speaking the truth," criedJack.
BETTER TO BE JACK THAN HAROLD. 93But Mr. Hartley would not listen. Hethought that appearances were decidedlyagainst Jack-that he was trying to shiftthe blame, or rather to share it with someone else, when it was his alone; besideswhich, Mr. Hartley remembered that he hadthreatened to expel Smythe if he found thathe had any dealings with Jones, and he didnot wish to do this without a cause whichwas strongly proved. He thought for amoment or two what he should do, andat last turned to Jack. " I should hope,Hamilton," he said, very gravely, " that yourfather's son would never say anything thatwas not true. Your father is a gentlemanand a distinguished officer. I cannot be-lieve that his only son would thus disgracelim. But I am going to urge you to speakthe truth on far higher grounds than these.Remember your Father in heaven, whois the Truth, and who loves truth in his
94 BETTER TO BE JACK THAN HAROLD.children. Remember tow he says thatthose who tell lies shall not tarry in hissight. Think of him, my dear boy, andask him to'give you strength to speak outthe whole truth now. If you have been toblame, speak out now like a man, and sayso.""I do speak the truth," said Jack, gettingvery red; "I speak nothing but the truth.I did lire the horse. I did hire it fromJones. I did not know that it was for-bidden. But I did not break its knees.""Then why have you paid five poundsfor it ?""" Smythe knows," said Jack angrily."Now, Smythe, what have you got tosay ?" said Mr. Hartley."I know nothing about the horse," Haroldanswered. "Hamilton owes me some kindof a grudge; and so he wants to drag meinto this row. And I never hired the horse."
BETTER TO BE JACK THAN HAROLD. 9&" I never said y did, you coward," brokeforth Jack."Be quiet, Hamilton," said Mr. Hartley."Don't call people names. You are too.angry, and, I am sadly afraid, too cowardlyyourself to speak out the whole truth atpresent. However, I have one or two morequestions to ask you. Who took you to-Jones's?"" I-I don't want to say," said Jack."Did the person who was with you-if'there was any one with you-break thehorse's knees?""Yes.""Now, Smythe, have you ever been atJones's since I forbade you so strictly to go,there ?"Tiarold seemed hardened and reckless now,and answered, "No, sir," unshrinkingly." Did you mount this horse which Hamil-ton got,?"
96 BETTER TO BE JACK THAN HAROLD."No. I don't know' what he's talkingabout," said Harold." It's just one boy's word against an-other," said Mr. Hartley sorrowfully; "andwhatever I have been able to learn aboutit tells against you, Hamilton. I have notsufficient evidence to prove that Smythe hasbeen in fault. I cannot think that I shouldbe just in punishing him. But I have nohesitation in saying that you have been inthe wrong; and if such a thing ever oc-cur again, I shall -be obliged to resortto the same course which I have toldSmythe and others I should pursue withthem-that of sending you away. Mean-while, in this instance, I shall enclose this billto your father; and I have already told youyour punishment. I hope you are really sorryfor your fault; but if I had seen more open-ness-on your part, I should feel much happierabout you than I do. You may both go now."