第41章

类别:其他 作者:Thomas Hughes字数:3984更新时间:18/12/27 08:52:32
“Sneakinglittlebrute,“mutteredhe,regardlessofprudence—— “clappingonthewater-worksjustinthehardestplace;seeifI don’tpunchhisheadafterfourthlesson。“ “Whose?“saidTom,towhomtheremarkseemedtobeaddressed。 “Why,thatlittlesneak,Arthur’s,“repliedWilliams。 “No,youshan’t,“saidTom。 “Hullo!“exclaimedWilliams,lookingatTomwithgreatsurpriseforamoment,andthengivinghimasuddendigintheribswithhiselbow,whichsentTom’sbooksflyingontothefloor,andcalledtheattentionofthemaster,whoturnedsuddenlyround,andseeingthestateofthings,said,- “Williams,godownthreeplaces,andthengoon。“ TheSloggerfoundhislegsveryslowly,andproceededtogobelowTomandtwootherboyswithgreatdisgust;andthen,turningroundandfacingthemaster,said,“Ihaven’tlearntanymore,sir;ourlessonisonlyfortylines。“ “Isthatso?“saidthemaster,appealinggenerallytothetopbench。Noanswer。 “Whoistheheadboyoftheform?“saidhe,waxingwroth。 “Arthur,sir,“answeredthreeorfourboys,indicatingourfriend。 “Oh,yourname’sArthur。Well,now,whatisthelengthofyourregularlesson?“ Arthurhesitatedamoment,andthensaid,“Wecallitonlyfortylines,sir。“ “Howdoyoumean——youcallit?“ “Well,sir,Mr。Grahamsaysweain’ttostoptherewhenthere’stimetoconstruemore。“ “Iunderstand,“saidthemaster——“Williams,godownthreemoreplaces,andwritemeoutthelessoninGreekandEnglish。 Andnow,Arthur,finishconstruing。“ “Oh!wouldIbeinArthur’sshoesafterfourthlesson?“saidthelittleboystooneanother;butArthurfinishedHelen’sspeechwithoutanyfurthercatastrophe,andtheclockstruckfour,whichendedthirdlesson。 Anotherhourwasoccupiedinpreparingandsayingfourthlesson,duringwhichWilliamswasbottlinguphiswrath;andwhenfivestruck,andthelessonsforthedaywereover,hepreparedtotakesummaryvengeanceontheinnocentcauseofhismisfortune。 Tomwasdetainedinschoolafewminutesaftertherest,andoncomingoutintothequadrangle,thefirstthinghesawwasasmallringofboys,applaudingWilliams,whowasholdingArthurbythecollar。 “There,youyoungsneak,“saidhe,givingArthuracuffontheheadwithhisotherhand;“whatmadeyousaythat——“ “Hullo!“saidTom,shoulderingintothecrowd;“youdropthat,Williams;youshan’ttouchhim。“ “Who’llstopme?“saidtheSlogger,raisinghishandagain。 “I,“saidTom;andsuitingtheactiontothewordhestruckthearmwhichheldArthur’sarmsosharplythattheSloggerdroppeditwithastart,andturnedthefullcurrentofhiswrathonTom。 “Willyoufight?“ “Yes,ofcourse。“ “Huzza!There’sgoingtobeafightbetweenSloggerWilliamsandTomBrown!“ Thenewsranlikewildfireabout,andmanyboyswhowereontheirwaytoteaattheirseveralhousesturnedback,andsoughtthebackofthechapel,wherethefightscomeoff。 “JustrunandtellEasttocomeandbackme,“saidTomtoasmallSchool-houseboy,whowasofflikearockettoHarrowell’s,juststoppingforamomenttopokehisheadintotheSchool-househall,wherethelowerboyswerealreadyattea,andsingout,“Fight!TomBrownandSloggerWilliams。“ Upstarthalftheboysatonce,leavingbread,eggs,butter,sprats,andalltheresttotakecareofthemselves。Thegreaterpartoftheremainderfollowinaminute,afterswallowingtheirtea,carryingtheirfoodintheirhandstoconsumeastheygo。Threeorfouronlyremain,whostealthebutterofthemoreimpetuous,andmaketothemselvesanunctuousfeast。 InanotherminuteEastandMartintearthroughthequadrangle,carryingasponge,andarriveatthesceneofactionjustasthecombatantsarebeginningtostrip。 Tomfelthehadgothisworkcutoutforhim,ashestrippedoffhisjacket,waistcoat,andbraces。Easttiedhishandkerchiefroundhiswaist,androlleduphisshirtsleevesforhim。“Now,oldboy,don’tyouopenyourmouthtosayaword,ortrytohelpyourselfabit——we’lldoallthat;youkeepallyourbreathandstrengthfortheSlogger。“Martinmeanwhilefoldedtheclothes,andputthemunderthechapelrails;andnowTom,withEasttohandlehim,andMartintogivehimaknee,stepsoutontheturf,andisreadyforallthatmaycome;andhereistheSloggertoo,allstripped,andthirstingforthefray。 Itdoesn’tlookafairmatchatfirstglance:Williamsisnearlytwoinchestaller,andprobablyalongyearolderthanhisopponent,andheisverystronglymadeaboutthearmsandshoulders——“peelswell,“asthelittleknotofbigfifth-formboys,theamateurs,say,whostandoutsidetheringoflittleboys,lookingcomplacentlyon,buttakingnoactivepartintheproceedings。Butdownbelowheisnotsogoodbyanymeans——nospringfromtheloins,andfeeblish,nottosayshipwrecky,abouttheknees。Tom,onthecontrary,thoughnothalfsostronginthearms,isgoodallover,straight,hard,andspringy,fromnecktoankle,betterperhapsinhislegsthananywhere。Besides,youcanseebytheclearwhiteofhiseye,andfresh,brightlookofhisskin,thatheisintip-toptraining,abletodoallheknows;whiletheSloggerlooksrathersodden,asifhedidn’ttakemuchexerciseandatetoomuchtuck。Thetime-keeperischosen,alargeringmade,andthetwostandupoppositeoneanotherforamoment,givingustimejusttomakeourlittleobservations。 “IfTom’llonlycondescendtofightwithhisheadandheels,“asEastmutterstoMartin,“weshalldo。“ Butseeminglyhewon’t,fortherehegoesin,makingplaywithbothhands。Hardallistheword;thetwostandtooneanotherlikemen;rallyfollowsrallyinquicksuccession,eachfightingasifhethoughttofinishthewholethingoutofhand。“Can’tlastatthisrate,“saytheknowingones,whilethepartisansofeachmaketheairringwiththeirshoutsandcounter-shoutsofencouragement,approval,anddefiance。 “Takeiteasy,takeiteasy;keepaway;lethimcomeafteryou,“ imploresEast,ashewipesTom’sfaceafterthefirstroundwithawetsponge,whilehesitsbackonMartin’sknee,supportedbytheMadman’slongarmswhichtremblealittlefromexcitement。 “Time’sup,“callsthetime-keeper。 “Therehegoesagain,hangitall!“growlsEast,ashismanisatitagain,ashardasever。Averysevereroundfollows,inwhichTomgetsoutandouttheworstofit,andisatlasthitcleanoffhislegs,anddepositedonthegrassbyaright-handerfromtheSlogger。 LoudshoutsrisefromtheboysofSlogger’shouse,andtheSchool-housearesilentandvicious,readytopickquarrelsanywhere。 “Twotooneinhalf-crownsonthebigun,“saysRattle,oneoftheamateurs,atallfellow,inthunder-and-lightningwaistcoat,andpuffy,good-naturedface。 “Done!“saysGroove,anotheramateurofquieterlook,takingouthisnotebooktoenterit,forourfriendRattlesometimesforgetstheselittlethings。 MeantimeEastisfresheningupTomwiththespongesfornextround,andhassettwootherboystorubhishands。 “Tom,oldboy,“whispershe,“thismaybefunforyou,butit’sdeathtome。He’llhitallthefightoutofyouinanotherfiveminutes,andthenIshallgoanddrownmyselfintheislandditch。Feinthim;useyourlegs;drawhimabout。He’lllosehiswindtheninnotime,andyoucangointohim。Hitathisbodytoo;we’lltakecareofhisfrontispieceby-and-by。“ Tomfeltthewisdomofthecounsel,andsawalreadythathecouldn’tgoinandfinishtheSloggeroffatmerehammerandtongs,sochangedhistacticscompletelyinthethirdround。Henowfightscautiously,gettingawayfromandparryingtheSlogger’slunginghits,insteadoftryingtocounter,andleadinghisenemyadanceallroundtheringafterhim。“He’sfunking;goin,Williams,““Catchhimup,““Finishhimoff,“ screamthesmallboysoftheSloggerparty。 “Justwhatwewant,“thinksEast,chucklingtohimself,asheseesWilliams,excitedbytheseshouts,andthinkingthegameinhisownhands,blowinghimselfinhisexertionstogettoclosequartersagain,whileTomiskeepingawaywithperfectease。 Theyquarteroverthegroundagainandagain,Tomalwaysonthedefensive。 TheSloggerpullsupatlastforamoment,fairlyblown。 “Now,then,Tom,“singsoutEast,dancingwithdelight。Tomgoesininatwinkling,andhitstwoheavybodyblows,andgetsawayagainbeforetheSloggercancatchhiswind,whichwhenhedoesherusheswithblindfuryatTom,andbeingskilfullyparriedandavoided,overreacheshimselfandfallsonhisface,amidstterrificcheersfromtheSchool-houseboys。 “Doubleyourtwotoone?“saysGroovetoRattle,notebookinhand。 “Stopabit,“saysthathero,lookinguncomfortablyatWilliams,whoispuffingawayonhissecond’sknee,windedenough,butlittletheworseinanyotherway。 AfteranotherroundtheSloggertooseemstoseethathecan’tgoinandwinrightoff,andhasmethismatchorthereabouts。 Sohetoobeginstousehishead,andtriestomakeTomlosehispatience,andcomeinbeforehistime。Andsothefightswayson,nowoneandnowtheothergettingatriflingpull。