Boys -- Juvenile fiction; Schools -- England -- Juvenile fiction; Sports stories
He slowly subsided into his chair. There came a growing murmur of angry
distress. Suddenly people noticed that in the far corner of the room
Smythe was already upon his feet.
“There’s no need to waste time considering that at all,” he said, with
considerable vexation. “At the other meeting some misguided ass got up
on his hind legs and proposed me. I said then that whilst Rouse was at
the school there could be no other skipper worth considering at all, and
you all cheered. I say that again now. If Rouse isn’t good enough for
this job you can put me down as not playing Rugger at all, let alone
being captain of it. I was the first to congratulate Rouse the other
day, and I’m the first now to propose that we refuse to accept his
resignation.”
His lips had spoken the words that had been on the tip of every other
fellow’s tongue. None other could have so aptly expressed their
feelings.
There was a chorus of vehement approval. In the fierce clapping and the
clatter of feet on the floor Rouse had a quick insight into the depth of
their inexplicable affection for him. He was honestly astounded. He was
also considerably upset. He could not face saying any more. He just sat
where he was and pretended to be taking no notice, but his acting was
not very good. For one thing, his face was brick-red.
At last Toby rose stolidly to his feet. He began to hate his position
more and more. He was very human and he was heart and soul with them in
their feelings. It was the hardest thing of all to make of himself
counsel for the defence, and the long and the short of it was that he
could not do it. If he managed to get through this meeting without a
vote of detestation being passed upon Dr Roe it would to his mind be a
notable achievement. He was conscious that as a master he had a certain
disciplinary responsibility, but he was very unhappy about it. There was
too much of the old boy in Toby.
He looked round them sadly. At last he spoke.
“It’s a very bad business,” said he. “I think as you do—that Rouse
couldn’t be bettered for this job.... The only other point to consider
is how the school will be affected if you refuse to accept his
resignation. The Head will not give in to you. If it comes to a fight he
has every advantage. It may mean that you ruin our fixture list for the
season.... It will certainly draw attention to an incident that we might
otherwise keep fairly quiet so as to prevent the wrong construction
being put upon it. If we’re to have a good season it’s essential to get
started at once. The team for next Saturday ought to be chosen to-day so
as to start practice. If you decide against the Head you may cause delay
that we shall never be able to make up.”
“Well, we’re not going to give up Rouse, sir,” cried someone in sheer
indignation.
Toby turned to him.
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