Brownsmiths Boy - A Romance in a Garden - Page 175/241

"Here, I'll get some water," he said; and he went and dipped a pailful.

"Bathe your face in that."

I did so, and felt clearer and refreshed directly.

"Go on," he said; "keep it up. It will stop the bleeding. What! have

you been in the pond?"

"Yes," I said; "they've been pelting me this last half hour, and then

they pushed me in."

"The young rips!" cried Bunce. "Never mind. I'm as pleased as if some

one had given me a sovereign."

"Yes," I said dismally; "and they'll tell Sir Francis, and I shall have

to go."

"Not you," said Bunce. "They're awful curs, but they're beaten, and

they won't tell."

"Hallo! what's all this?" said Mr Solomon, coming up.

Bunce told him.

"And did he thrash 'em well?" said Mr Solomon, looking rather angry,

"the pair of them?"

"No. They were too strong both at once, but that Ragged Jack of a chap

that's been hanging about--him as I told you of this morning--he come

out and tackled young Phil when he was on Grant's back, and my word

those two have gone off with their tails between their legs. Licked,

sir, licked out and out."

"I suppose I shall be sent away, sir," I said, wringing the water out of

my shirt-sleeves.

"I suppose you won't," said Mr Solomon sharply. "I've seen a deal, my

lad, and I wondered you didn't have a turn at them before. I didn't

think you'd got the stuff in you, to tell you the truth."

"Oh, but he had!" said Bunce. "I wish you'd ha' seen."

"Well, I'm sorry," said Mr Solomon. "No, I'm not; I'm glad. They'll

leave you alone now. There, go and change your things. It was time you

did strike. Here, I'll go with you, or you'll frighten the missus into

fits. I say," he shouted back, "keep a sharp look-out for that boy, and

catch him if you can. I must have him stopped."

"Poor old Shock!" I thought, as I felt grateful to him for what he had

done.

The next minute I was at the gardener's cottage, being scolded and wiped

by Mrs Solomon, who said she had never seen such a sight in her life,

and who was not happy till she had me down-stairs in dry things, bathing

one of my eyes, putting a leech on the other, and carefully strapping up

a cut on the back of my head.