CHAPTER IX

      BEFORE THE STORM

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      Your real, devastating row has many points of resemblance with a prairie fire.; A man on a prairie lights his pipe, and throws away the match.; The flame catches a bunch of dry grass, and, before any one can realise what is happening, sheets of fire are racing over the country; and the interested neighbours are following their example. (I have already compared a row with a thunderstorm; but both comparisons may stand.; In dealing with so vast a matter as a row there must be no stint.)

      The tomato which hit Wyatt in the face was the thrown-away match.; But for the unerring aim of the town marksman great events would never have happened.; A tomato is a trivial thing (though it is possible that the man whom it hits may not think so), but in the present case, it was the direct cause of epoch-making trouble.

      The tomato hit Wyatt.; Wyatt, with others, went to look for the thrower.; The remnants of the thrower’s friends were placed in the pond, and “with them,” as they say in the courts of law, Police Constable Alfred Butt.

      Following the chain of events, we find Mr. Butt, having prudently changed his clothes, calling upon the headmaster.

      The headmaster was grave and sympathetic; Mr. Butt fierce and revengeful.

      The imagination of the force is proverbial.; Nurtured on motor-cars and fed with stop-watches, it has become world-famous.; Mr. Butt gave free rein to it.

      “Threw me in, they did, sir.; Yes, sir.”

      “Threw you in!”

      “Yes, sir. Plop!” said Mr. Butt, with a certain sad relish.

      “Really, really!” said the headmaster.; “Indeed!; This is—­dear me!; I shall certainly—­They threw you in!—­Yes, I shall—­certainly——­”

      Encouraged by this appreciative reception of his story, Mr. Butt started it again, right from the beginning.

      “I was on my beat, sir, and I thought I heard a disturbance.; I says to myself, ‘’Allo,’ I says, ’a frakkus.; Lots of them all gathered together, and fighting.’; I says, beginning to suspect something, ‘Wot’s this all about, I wonder?’ I says.; ’Blow me if I don’t think it’s a frakkus.’; And,” concluded Mr. Butt, with the air of one confiding a secret, “and it was a frakkus!”

      “And these boys actually threw you into the pond?”

      “Plop, sir!; Mrs. Butt is drying my uniform at home at this very moment as we sit talking here, sir.; She says to me, ’Why, whatever ’ave you been a-doing?; You’re all wet.’; And,” he added, again with the confidential air, “I was wet, too.; Wringin’ wet.”

      The headmaster’s frown deepened.

      “And you are certain that your assailants were boys from the school?”

      “Sure as I am that I’m sitting here, sir.; They all ’ad their caps on their heads, sir.”

      “I have never heard of such a thing.; I can hardly believe that it is possible.; They actually seized you, and threw you into the water——­”

      “Splish, sir!” said the policeman, with a vividness of imagery both surprising and gratifying.

      The headmaster tapped restlessly on the floor with his foot.

      “How many boys were there?” he asked.

      “Couple of ’undred, sir,” said Mr. Butt promptly.

      “Two hundred!”

      “It was dark, sir, and I couldn’t see not to say properly; but if you ask me my frank and private opinion I should say couple of ’undred.”

      “H’m—­Well, I will look into the matter at once.; They shall be punished.”

      “Yes, sir.”

      “Ye-e-s—­H’m—­Yes—­Most severely.”

      “Yes, sir.”

      “Yes—­Thank you, constable.; Good-night.”

      “Good-night, sir.”

      The headmaster of Wrykyn was not a motorist.; Owing to this disadvantage he made a mistake.; Had he been a motorist, he would have known that statements by the police in the matter of figures must be divided by any number from two to ten, according to discretion.; As it was, he accepted Constable Butt’s report almost as it stood.; He thought that he might possibly have been mistaken as to the exact numbers of those concerned in his immersion; but he accepted the statement in so far as it indicated that the thing had been the work of a considerable section of the school, and not of only one or two individuals.; And this made all the difference to his method of dealing with the affair.; Had he known how few were the numbers of those responsible for the cold in the head which subsequently attacked Constable Butt, he would have asked for their names, and an extra lesson would have settled the entire matter.

      As it was, however, he got the impression that the school, as a whole, was culpable, and he proceeded to punish the school as a whole.

      It happened that, about a week before the pond episode, a certain member of the Royal Family had recovered from a dangerous illness, which at one time had looked like being fatal.; No official holiday had been given to the schools in honour of the recovery, but Eton and Harrow had set the example, which was followed throughout the kingdom, and Wrykyn had come into line with the rest.; Only two days before the O.W.’s matches the headmaster had given out a notice in the hall that the following Friday would be a whole holiday; and the school, always ready to stop work, had approved of the announcement exceedingly.

      The step which the headmaster decided to take by way of avenging Mr. Butt’s wrongs was to stop this holiday.

      He gave out a notice to that effect on the Monday.

      The school was thunderstruck.; It could not understand it.; The pond affair had, of course, become public property; and those who had had nothing to do with it had been much amused.; “There’ll be a frightful row about it,” they had said, thrilled with the pleasant excitement of those who see trouble approaching and themselves looking on from a comfortable distance without risk or uneasiness.; They