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this is the story of the most tremendous thing that ever happened at dunston’s, or any other school, i should think. though in it luckily, i didn’t do any of the big part, being merely one of those chaps who were flogged and not expelled afterwards. trelawny and bradwell carried the thing through, and all the other fellows in the wing dormitory followed their lead. and, mind you, everybody had the welfare of the school at heart. it seemed a jolly brave sort of thing to do, and jolly interesting. trelawny arranged the military side of the business, and bradwell, whose father is known as the “whiteley” of some place in yorkshire, looked to the commissariat, which means feeding. as to trelawny, who really 24captained the dormitory, he was cornish, and a relation of that very chap fifty thousand cornish men wanted to know the reason why about long ago. he was going to be a soldier, read history books for choice, and already knew many military words.
i was bradwell’s fag at the time, because watson minor had failed in some secret enterprise, and i remember the first conversation which led to everything. happening to take some tuck in to bradwell in the fifth class-room, i found trelawny there and heard him say:
“the only way. a protest, and a jolly dignified one, must be made. it’s for the credit of the school, and if the doctor will not see it we must show him. i’ve thought about it a lot, and i think if a section of chaps could put themselves in a strong, fortified position they might demand to be heard, and even be able to offer an--an ultimatum. of course, doing the thing for the good of the school and not for ourselves makes us morally right.”
“of course,” said bradwell.
“but we must be physically strong. in 25warfare the relative positions of the sides are always taken into account when the treaties of peace are arranged.”
“what are you staring at?” said bradwell to me. “you hook it.”
so i hooked. but i knew perfectly well what they were talking about. everybody in the wing dormitory did, because they often discussed the same question after they thought the rest of the chaps were asleep. it was the new mathematical master, thompson, who troubled not only trelawny and bradwell but a lot of the other fellows. trelawny had called him an “unholy bounder” the third day he was there, and that seemed to be a general opinion. yet, with all his bounderishness, he was awfully clever, and meant well. but he didn’t know anything about chaps in a general way, and he left out his h’s and stuck them in with awfully rum effects. thompson tried hard to be friendly to everybody, but only the kids liked him. he couldn’t understand somehow, and insulted chaps in the most frightful way, not seeing any difference between fellows at the top of the school and mere 26kids at the bottom. captains of elevens were as nothing to him. he seemed to have read up boys like he read mathematics and stuff--from rotten books. he would say sometimes, “now, you fellows, let’s ’ave a jolly game of leap-frog before the bell rings,” and things like that. boys never do play leap-frog except in books really. once he offered to show trelawny how to make a kite, and he asked chambers--chambers, mind you, the captain of the first eleven at cricket--whether he knew a shop where there were capital iron hoops for sale at a shilling each. i heard him say it, and he put it like this: “i say, chambers, do you know those splendid ’oops they sell at burford’s in ’igh street? it’s out of bounds, but if you like i’ll get you one this evening. they’ve got iron crooks and everything. i make this offer because you understood a little of what i said about conic sections this afternoon.” thompson meant so jolly well that nobody could get in a wax with him personally; and, as i say, the kids, who didn’t see the “unholy bounder” side of him, and only knew he stood gallons of ginger-beer on half-holidays 27in the playing-fields, liked him better than anybody. but trelawny took big views, and so did bradwell, and they decided to make a definite protest.
nothing happened till one day thompson said something about trelawney’s “celtic thickness of skull.” that stung trelawny like nettles, and he set to work and arranged the great plot of the wing dormitory. he decided that the fifteen chaps who slept in the isolated wing dormitory of dunston’s were to fortify the place, and hold it before the world and the doctor as a protest against thompson. every chap in the dormitory, from trelawny and bradwell to watson minor, signed their names in their own blood on a paper trelawny drew out; and watson minor fainted while he was doing it, not being able to see his own gore on a pen without going off. we swore by a tremendous swear to obey trelawny, to fortify the wing dormitory against siege, to devote every penny of our week’s pocket-money to provisions, and to hold out till we starved, having first signed another paper for doctor dunston 28explaining our united protest against thompson, and hoping for the good of the school that he would be removed. i didn’t understand much about it really. in fact, i don’t believe anybody did but trelawny and bradwell. only they said we were acting for the good of the school, and they also said that if we held the wing dormitory properly nothing short of cannon or starvation could dislodge us. it was a tremendously tall building, complete in itself, with iron fire-proof doors constructed to cut it off from the rest of the school, and with a bath-room and a lavatory adjoining, all at a great height above the ground. the windows were barred to keep chaps getting out. the bars would also keep chaps getting in, as trelawny pointed out. he found also that it was possible when the iron doors were closed to pull down some wood-work, and stick things behind the doors so as they could not be opened again. the only entrance to the wing dormitory was through these iron doors, so once shut we were safe against anything but gunpowder; and trelawny said doctor dunston was not the man to 29resort to physical means, especially if it meant knocking the place about. bradwell came out wonderfully about the food, and knowing jolly well that they would turn the water out of the bath-room when the siege started, he made every chap fill his basin and jug the night before; because fresh water is vital to a siege.
there were fifteen chaps, and the time came at last, and one night we laid the manifesto on the mat outside the iron door, made everything fast, and waited to see what would happen. some fellows thought that thompson would be sent away at once, to avoid the affair becoming serious; others fancied we should be starved out or expelled to a man. trelawny never hazarded any guess at what would be the end of it. “we are doing our duty in the interests of the school,” he said, “and whatever happens we mean well; and if it gets into print the sympathy of all chaps in public schools will be on our side.”
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when the gas was turned out at the meter on the night preceding the siege, trelawny made a short speech. first he lighted two candles and made us sign the protest; then he explained his military system of night and day watches and guards. each of the four windows had a guard at all hours, and two chaps were to be stationed at the iron door. this was made doubly strong by beds piled against it, after the manifesto had been finally signed and left outside. the document ran thus:
“we, the undersigned, thinking that the fame of dunston’s is tarnished by mr. thompson, m.a., fellow of trinity college, camb., hereby protest, and formally assert themselves to call attention to mr. thompson. we, the undersigned, have no personal grudge to mr. thompson, but think him unsuited to carry on the great reputation of dunston’s. we, the undersigned, take this important step fully alive to the gravity of it, for we are prepared to suffer if necessary 31to call attention to the subject. we do not doubt mr. thompson’s goodness, and wish it to be understood that the action is abstract and not personal. a string will be lowered from the third window of the wing dormitory to-morrow at 8.30 a.m. any answer to the protest will receive instant attention from us the undersigned.”
then followed the names.
of course, it was all greek to the kids, but they put their trust in trelawny and signed to a kid.
inside the dormitory we were jolly busy, too, because after trelawny, as commander, had made his rules and regulations clear, bradwell, as the head of the commissariat, drew up a list of the total supplies, and showed what each fellow had contributed to the store. this list i copied for bradwell at the time, with notes about the different supplies. it comes in here, and i must give it, just to show what different ideas different chaps have about the things you ought to eat in a siege.
trelawny.--two hams, eight loaves of bread.
32bradwell.--three tins potted salmon, two seed-cakes (big), box of biscuits.
ashby major.--ten tins sardines. (ashby has five shillings a week pocket-money, his father being rather rich. bradwell said it was rather a pity he spent it all in sardines.)
ashby minor.--three pats of butter, three tins swiss milk, one tin guava jelly. (bradwell was awfully pleased about the milk, because he said it was at once nourishing and pleasant to the taste.)
wilson.--six dried herrings, two pots veal and ham paste, one pot marmalade. (herrings useless, unless eaten raw.)
west.--four bottles raspberry vinegar. (i am west, and i thought raspberry vinegar would be a jolly good thing to break the monotony of a siege. but bradwell said it was simply a luxury.)
morrant.--one hamper containing twenty-four apples, twenty-seven pears, two pots blackberry jam. (morrant has no pocket-money, but bradwell said the fruit was good for a change.)
gideon.--nothing. (gideon is a jew by birth, and gets ten shillings a week pocket-money. 33he pretended he had forgotten. trelawny says he will suffer for it in the course of the siege.)
mathers.--eight pieces of shortbread, five slabs of toffee, seven sausage-rolls. (the rolls were cut in half to be eaten first thing before they went bad. but bradwell said mathers had made the selection of a fool, and so mathers was rather vexed with bradwell.)
newnes.--ten loaves (five brown), one packet of beef tabloids. (trelawny congratulated newnes.)
mcinnes.--a lot of spring onions and lettuces, costing one-and-sixpence. (mcinnes had been reading a book about chaps getting scurvy on a raft, and he thought a siege would be just the place for scurvy, so he bought all green stuff; and bradwell said it was good.)
corkey minimus.--three pounds of mixed sweets. (bradwell smacked his head when he heard what corkey minimus had got; but trelawny pointed out that a few sweets served out from time to time might distract the mind.)
34derbyshire.--a pigeon-pie and thirteen currant buns with saffron in them.
forrest.--four pots bovril, one bottle cider. (bovril can be taken on bread like treacle, and once saved the lives of several shipwrecked sailors.)
watson minor.--two pounds dog-biscuits, one pound dried figs, one box of dates. (asked why he took dog-biscuits, he explained it was because he had seen an advertisement about the goodness of them. it said they had dried buffalo meat in them, which was a thing you could live for an immense duration of time on. trelawny said that was pretty fair sense for a kid.)
all this splendid food was brought out of boxes where it had been hidden and placed in the hands of bradwell; and that night he sat up with a candle and drew out bills of fare and made calculations. we were rather surprised in the morning to hear the rations would not last more than a fortnight, but trelawny said the siege must be over long before that. nobody slept much, and many had dressed before the first bell rang. 35when the second bell rang trelawny and bradwell went to the door to listen.
presently thompson, of all people, came up and tried to get in and couldn’t. he shook the door, then saw the envelope addressed to the doctor, and said:
“what’s the meaning of this, you fellows? let me in at once!”
but nobody answered. then he cleared off. at 8.30 the string was lowered from the window, and trelawny went and stood by it to pull up any letter that might be fastened to it. but none was. some of the chaps were prowling about outside looking at the wing dormitory, but trelawny wouldn’t let anybody go to the windows except himself.
then, as nothing happened, we had breakfast. mcinnes and forrest were told off to help bradwell, and each chap’s rations were put on his bed after he had made it. we all got the same except gideon--a slice of bread, two sardines, half one of mathers’s sausage-rolls, and half a tumbler of water. so we began at once to see what a jolly serious thing a siege is. and gideon saw 36it more than we did, because he had no sardines and no sausage-roll. he offered trelawny money for a little more food, but trelawny said he shouldn’t have as much as one mixed sweet, though he might pay gold for it. he said, “you will have barely enough to keep you alive.” and gideon turned awfully white when he heard it.
breakfast didn’t take more than about five minutes, then there was a tremendous knocking at the iron door, and bradwell said the trouble had begun, but trelawny said it was the summons to a parley. anyway, we heard the doctor’s voice, and it wasn’t much of a parley, strictly speaking, because he spoke first, and merely gave us two minutes to be in our places down-stairs.
“if you don’t obey, one and all of you,” said the doctor, “you must take the consequences. as it is, they will be sufficiently grave. any further offence i shall know how to treat.”
“if you please, sir,” said trelawny, “the string is out of the window. we are doing this for the good of the school, and--”
37then he stopped, because he had heard the doctor go away.
“he’ll try a blacksmith first,” said forrest; “then, when they find they can’t do anything with this iron door, he’ll send for policemen.”
but nothing was done, strangely enough, and trelawny made the chaps lie down and sleep if they could in the afternoon, because he expected a night attack with ladders. to get in it would be necessary to remove the bars from the windows, and anybody attempting to do so would, of course, be at our mercy with the windows open.
for dinner that day we had one of trelawny’s hams cut into fifteen pieces, with two rather thin slices of bread, one spring onion, and three mixed sweets each, and as much raspberry vinegar as would go into a bullet-mold that wilson had. gideon ate the ham like anybody else, which shows jews don’t refuse pork in any shape at times of siege, whatever they say. trelawny wouldn’t give him any raspberry vinegar, but ashby minor let him have one of his mixed sweets, which was green and had arsenic in it, ashby minor thought.
38it seemed a frightfully long day, and nothing being done against us made it longer. bradwell tried to cook wilson’s herrings with stuff out of a pillow-case, but unfortunately failed. trelawny explained that dunston was working out tactics, and would do something when the moon rose. he said our motto was to be “defence, not defiance”; but derbyshire said they were going to starve us out like rats, so as to reduce the glory as much as possible. one or two chaps had private rows that day, and trelawny was pretty short and sharp. he said we were to regard ourselves as under martial law, and he stopped forrest having any tea at all because he looked out of the window and waved his hand to steggles in the playground. what made it worse for forrest was that we opened one of his pots of bovril at that very tea, and of course he didn’t have any. but trelawny said it was good discipline, and wouldn’t let mathers divide his share with young forrest, though he wanted to.
the day dragged out. nothing was done, and no letter was put on the string. then 39night came and moonlight, and trelawny set watches at each window and door with directions to wake him instantly if anything happened or anybody assembled outside below. but he didn’t sleep really. in fact, only a few of the kids did. bradwell got a bit down in the mouth after dark, and i heard him say to trelawny it wasn’t turning out like he thought, and trelawny said:
“it’s always the same when a position is impregnable. i could show you a dozen similar sieges in history. of course, it’s the most uninteresting sort of siege when chaps simply sit and see the enemy get to the end of their food supplies, but they won’t do that with us. the day boys will talk, and old dunston will raise heaven and earth to keep it out of the printed papers. i bet he’ll tie something to the string to-morrow.”
some of us tried to take a bright view like trelawny, but when we heard him tell bradwell to run no risks and serve out as little bread as possible, we felt that he did not really feel as hopeful of a short siege as he seemed. just before dusk corkey minimus was caught in the act of flinging 40a letter out of the window addressed to his mother. it was torn up, and he was cautioned. that ended the day, and nothing else happened until a quarter to one o’clock. then bradwell, whose watch it was, called “cave!” and came to trelawny with frightful excitement to say that there was the head of a ladder at his window, and a man climbing up. trelawny was there in a second, and asked in a loud voice what the man wanted, and said he’d throw the ladder down if the man came up another rung. but the man said:
“hush! you silly fellow; i’m a friend with news from the enemy. the least you can do is to ’ear what i’ve got to say.”
“good lord!” said trelawny, “it’s thompson!”
and so it was, and his huge head soon got level with the window, and looked like a bull’s against the moonlight. trelawny made everybody get out of earshot except bradwell; but he didn’t happen to see me, being rolled up in bed near the window, so i heard.
first thompson said:
41“look ’ere, you cornish boy, i’m sorry to find we ’aven’t ’it it off by any means, and you want me to go, and you’ve locked yourself and friends up ’ere as a protest. now, ’ow ’ave i ’urt your feelings, and what have i done?”
which was a bit difficult for trelawny; but he fell back on the manifesto to the doctor.
“it’s no personal matter, sir. we wish it to be understood that the action is abstract.”
“oh. well, i can’t say i know what the devil you mean by that; but i like you all better than ever, and i understand this much, that you don’t like me. i’m not proud. i’m quite as ready to learn as to teach. tell me what makes you do this, you queer things.”
“we don’t think you are the right man for dunston’s, sir,” said trelawny, firmly.
“well, but isn’t doctor dunston the best judge? his experience reaches back rather farther than yours. anyway, i’m not going. you’ll ’ave to tolerate me. you’ll ’ave to like me too. i’ve disobeyed all orders by climbing up ’ere now to advise you to give in 42to-morrow. take my advice, and come out at the first bell, and with ropes round your necks. measures are in ’and; and as your protest has utterly failed, the sooner you give in and take your punishment the better. i’ve done my best to make it as light as i can; but boys mustn’t do this sort of thing in big schools, you know. it’s very naughty indeed.”
“we shall keep up the protest for another day at least, sir,” said trelawny, with a lot of side in his voice.
“no, my lad, you won’t,” answered thompson. “the doctor has taken my advice, and by very simple means, with the least possible waste of time, trouble, and money, we shall enter your stronghold to-morrow. i am quite good-tempered to-day. to-morrow i shall probably be quite cross and ’ot. the matter is in my ’ands. do be good boys and yield while there is time. the sooner the better.”
“i regret we cannot comply with your terms, sir,” said trelawny.
“i’m not offering any,” answered mr. thompson. “i only want to make your 43foolishness fall as light as possible. your mothers’ and fathers’ ’earts will ache over this headstrong business.”
“the parley is ended,” said trelawney.
“all right,” said mr. thompson, “i’m afraid you’re a hawful little prig, trelawny.” then he went down the ladder, and looking out, bradwell reported that he saw him taking it back to the gardener’s shed in the shrubbery.
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there is not much more to be said about the protest of the wing dormitory. i suppose thompson was better up in tactics really than trelawny. anyway, he found a weak spot that trelawny never thought of, and he ended the siege by half-past seven the following morning.
about six ashby major, whose watch it was, reported that the school fire-escape was coming round the corner. with it appeared mr. thompson, mr. mannering, who is an oxford “blue” and not much smaller than mr. thompson, the doctor, the gardener, 44and the military agent who drills our volunteer corps and teaches gymnastics. they put the escape against the wall of the wing dormitory, between two windows, where it couldn’t be reached by us. then thompson and mannering went up, and the sergeant and gardener followed. the doctor waited at the foot of the ladder.
“they’ll get through the roof!” said trelawny; “i never thought of that!”
trelawny turned awfully rum in the face, and tried to think out a way of repelling a roof attack; but there wasn’t time. in about ten minutes or so the end of an iron bar came through the ceiling; then followed a regular avalanche of plaster and dust, that fell on watson minor and jolly nearly smothered him. then came thompson, mannering followed, and the gardener and the sergeant dropped after them as quick as lightning. of course, we were done, because only half of us were fighters, the rest being kids; and trelawny himself being just fifteen and bradwell fourteen and ashby major twelve and a half, and i only eleven and a half, it was no good.
45“we surrender,” said trelawny.
“surrender, you little brute, i should think you did yield!” said mannering, who had cut his hand getting the slates off the roof, and was in a rare bate.
“you needn’t insult a defeated force, sir,” said trelawny, keeping his nerve jolly well. “we are prepared to pay the penalty of failure, and having meant well we--we don’t care.”
but whether we meant well or not, i know trelawney and bradwell both got expelled, though thompson was said to have tried very hard for them. dunston didn’t seem to realize what frightfully good motives prompted them to protest against thompson in an abstract way. nothing was done to anybody else except ashby major and me and wilson. we were flogged by mr. mannering for the doctor; and he did it as you might expect from a “blue.”
as for thompson, he stayed on, and the protest never got into print; and there wasn’t much disgrace for trelawny or bradwell after all, because the first afterwards got into woolwich ten from the top, through an 46army crammer’s, and the second joined his father, who was the whiteley of the north i spoke of. he wrote to me only a week ago to say that he was getting a hundred pounds a year from his governor for doing much less than he had to do at dunston’s. mind you, thompson is a jolly good sort, really, and we know it now; and, as i heard my uncle say of somebody else, i don’t suppose it’s a matter of life and death whether or no a chap puts his h’s in the wrong places if his heart’s in the right one.
