the ragged trousered philanthropists-第27节

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d　said　she　hoped　he　would　be　good　and　try　to　learn。　　And　then　he　cried　as　well；　and　promised　her　that　he　would　do　his　best。　　He　reflected　with　pride　that　he　was　keeping　his　promise　about　being　a　good　boy　and　trying　to　learn：　in　fact；　he　knew　a　great　deal　about　the　trade　already　…　he　could　paint　back　doors　as　well　as　anybody！　and　railings　as　well。　　Owen　had　taught　him　lots　of　things　and　had　promised　to　do　some　patterns　of　graining　for　him　so　that　he　might　practise　copying　them　at　home　in　the　evenings。　　Owen　was　a　fine　chap。　　Bert　resolved　that　he　would　tell　him　what　Crass　had　been　saying　to　Easton。　　Just　fancy；　the　cheek　of　a　rotter　like　Crass；　trying　to　get　Owen　the　sack！　　It　would　be　more　like　it　if　Crass　was　to　be　sacked　himself；　so　that　Owen　could　be　the　foreman。

One　minute　to　ten。

With　a　heavy　heart　Bert　watched　the　clock。　　His　legs　were　still　aching　very　badly。　　He　could　not　see　the　hands　of　the　clock　moving；　but　they　were　creeping　on　all　the　same。　　Now；　the　minute　hand　was　over　the　edge　of　the　number；　and　he　began　to　deliberate　whether　he　might　not　rest　for　another　five　minutes？　　But　he　had　been　such　a　long　time　already　on　his　errand　that　he　dismissed　the　thought。　　The　minute　hand　was　now　upright　and　it　was　time　to　go　on。

Just　as　he　was　about　to　get　up　a　harsh　voice　behind　him　said：

‘How　much　longer　are　you　going　to　sit　there？'

Bert　started　up　guiltily；　and　found　himself　confronted　by　Mr　Rushton；　who　was　regarding　him　with　an　angry　frown；　whilst　close　by　towered　the　colossal　figure　of　the　obese　Sweater；　the　expression　on　his　greasy　countenance　betokening　the　pain　he　experienced　on　beholding　such　as　appalling　example　of　juvenile　depravity。

‘What　do　you　mean　by　sich　conduct？'　demanded　Rushton；　indignantly。　‘The　idear　of　sitting　there　like　that　when　most　likely　the　men　are　waiting　for　them　things？'

Crimson　with　shame　and　confusion；　the　boy　made　no　reply。

‘You've　been　there　a　long　time；'　continued　Rushton；　‘I've　been　watchin'　you　all　the　time　I've　been　comin'　down　the　road。'

Bert　tried　to　speak　to　explain　why　he　had　been　resting；　but　his　mouth　and　his　tongue　had　become　quite　parched　from　terror　and　he　was　unable　to　articulate　a　single　word。

‘You　know；　that's　not　the　way　to　get　on　in　life；　my　boy；'　observed　Sweater　lifting　his　forefinger　and　shaking　his　fat　head　reproachfully。

‘Get　along　with　you　at　once！'　Rushton　said；　roughly。　　‘I'm　surprised　at　yer！　　The　idear！　　Sitting　down　in　my　time！'

This　was　quite　true。　　Rushton　was　not　merely　angry；　but　astonished　at　the　audacity　of　the　boy。　　That　anyone　in　his　employment　should　dare　to　have　the　impertinence　to　sit　down　in　his　time　was　incredible。

The　boy　lifted　the　handle　of　the　cart　and　once　more　began　to　push　it　up　the　hill。　　It　seemed　heavier　now　that　ever；　but　he　managed　to　get　on　somehow。　　He　kept　glancing　back　after　Rushton　and　Sweater；　who　presently　turned　a　corner　and　were　lost　to　view：　then　he　ran　the　cart　to　the　kerb　again　to　have　a　breathe。　　He　couldn't　have　kept　up　much　further　without　a　spell　even　if　they　had　still　been　watching　him；　but　he　didn't　rest　for　more　than　about　half　a　minute　this　time；　because　he　was　afraid　they　might　be　peeping　round　the　corner　at　him。

After　this　he　gave　up　the　lamp…post　system　and　halted　for　a　minute　or　so　at　regular　short　intervals。　　In　this　way；　he　at　length　reached　the　top　of　the　hill；　and　with　a　sigh　of　relief　congratulated　himself　that　the　journey　was　practically　over。

Just　before　he　arrived　at　the　gate　of　the　house；　he　saw　Hunter　sneak　out　and　mount　his　bicycle　and　ride　away。　　Bert　wheeled　his　cart　up　to　the　front　door　and　began　carrying　in　the　things。　　Whilst　thus　engaged　he　noticed　Philpot　peeping　cautiously　over　the　banisters　of　the　staircase；　and　called　out　to　him：

‘Give　us　a　hand　with　this　bucket　of　whitewash；　will　yer；　Joe？'

‘Certainly；　me　son；　with　the　greatest　of　hagony；'　replied　Philpot　as　he　hurried　down　the　stairs。

As　they　were　carrying　it　in　Philpot　winked　at　Bert　and　whispered：

‘Did　yer　see　Pontius　Pilate　anywheres　outside？'

‘'E　went　away　on　'is　bike　just　as　I　come　in　at　the　gate。'

‘Did　'e？　　Thank　Gord　for　that！　　I　don't　wish　'im　no　'arm；'　said　Philpot；　fervently；　‘but　I　'opes　'e　gets　runned　over　with　a　motor。'

In　this　wish　Bert　entirely　concurred；　and　similar　charitable　sentiments　were　expressed　by　all　the　others　as　soon　as　they　heard　that　Misery　was　gone。

Just　before　four　o'clock　that　afternoon　Bert　began　to　load　up　the　truck　with　the　venetian　blinds；　which　had　been　taken　down　some　days　previously。

‘I　wonder　who'll　have　the　job　of　paintin'　'em？'　remarked　Philpot　to　Newman。

‘P'raps's　they'll　take　a　couple　of　us　away　from　ere。'

‘I　shouldn't　think　so。　　We're　short…'anded　'ere　already。　　Most　likely　they'll　put　on　a　couple　of　fresh　'ands。　　There's　a　'ell　of　a　lot　of　work　in　all　them　blinds；　you　know：　I　reckon　they'll　'ave　to　'ave　there　or　four　coats；　the　state　they're　in。'

‘Yes。　　No　doubt　that's　what　will　be　done；'　replied　Newman；　and　added　with　a　mirthless　laugh：

‘I　don't　suppose　they'll　have　much　difficulty　in　getting　a　couple　of　chaps。'

‘No；　you're　right；　mate。　　There's　plenty　of　'em　walkin'　about　as　a　week's　work　would　be　a　Gordsend　to。'

‘Come　to　think　of　it；'　continued　Newman　after　a　pause；　‘I　believe　the　firm　used　to　give　all　their　blind　work　to　old　Latham；　the　venetian　blind　maker。　　Prap's　they'll　give　'im　this　lot　to　do。'

‘Very　likely；'　replied　Philpot；　‘I　should　think　'e　can　do　'em　cheaper　even　than　us　chaps；　and　that's　all　the　firm　cares　about；'

How　far　their　conjectures　were　fulfilled　will　appear　later。

Shortly　after　Bert　was　gone　it　became　so　dark　that　it　was　necessary　to　light　the　candles；　and　Philpot　remarked　that　although　he　hated　working　under　such　conditions；　yet　he　was　always　glad　when　lighting　up　time　came；　because　then　knocking　off　time　was　not　very　far　behind。

About　five　minutes　to　five；　just　as　they　were　all　putting　their　things　away　for　the　night；　Nimrod　suddenly　appeared　in　the　house。　　He　had　come　hoping　to　find　some　of　them　ready　dressed　to　go　home　before　the　proper　time。　　Having　failed　in　this　laudable　enterprise；　he　stood　silently　by　himself　for　some　seconds　in　the　drawing…room。　　This　was　a　spacious　and　lofty　apartment　with　a　large　semicircular　bay　window。　Round　the　ceiling　was　a　deep　cornice。　　In　the　semi…darkness　the　room　appeared　to　be　of　even　greater　proportions　than　it　really　was。　　After　standing　thinking　in　this　room　for　a　little　while；　Hunter　turned　and　strode　out　to　the　kitchen；　where　the　men　were　preparing　to　go　home。　Owen　was　taking　off　his　blouse　and　apron　as　the　other　entered。　　Hunter　addressed　him　with　a　malevolent　snarl：

‘You　can　call　at　the　office　tonight　as　you　go　home。'

Owen's　heart　seemed　to　stop　beating。　　All　the　petty　annoyances　he　had　endured　from　Hunter　rushed　into　his　memory；　together　with　what　Easton　had　told　him　that　morning。　　He　stood；　still　and　speechless；　holding　his　apron　in　his　hand　and　staring　at　the　manager。

‘What　for？'　he　ejaculated　at　length。　　‘What's　the　matter？'

‘You'll　find　out　what　you're　wanted　for　when　you　get　there；'　returned　Hunter　as　he　went　out　of　the　room　and　away　from　the　house。

When　he　was　gone　a　dead　silence　prevailed。　　The　hands　ceased　their　preparations　for　departure　and　looked　at　each　other　and　at　Owen　in　astonishment。　　To　stand　a　man　off　like　that　…　when　the　job　was　not　half　finished　…　and　for　no　apparent　reason：　and　of　a　Monday；　too。　　It　was　unheard　of。　　There　was　a　general　chorus　of　indignation。　　Harlow　and　Philpot　especially　were　very　wroth。

‘If　it　comes　to　that；'　Harlow　shouted；　‘they've　got　no　bloody　right　to　do　it！　　We're　entitled　to　an　hour's　notice。'

‘Of　course　we　are！'　cried　Philpot；　his　goggle　eyes　rolling　wildly　with　wrath。　　‘And　I　should　'ave　it　too；　if　it　was　me。　　You　take　my　tip；　Frank：　CHARGE　UP　TO　SIX　O'CLOCK　on　yer　time　sheet　and　get　some　of　your　own　back。'

Everyone　joined　in　the　outburst　of　indignant　protest。　　Everyone；　that　is；　except　Crass　and　Slyme。　　But　then　they　were　not　exactly　in　the　kitchen：　they　were　out　in　the　scullery　putting　their　things　away；　and　so　it　happened　that　they　said　nothing；　although　they　exchanged　significant　looks。

Owen　had　by　this　time　recovered　his　self…possession。　　He　collected　all　his　tools　and　put　them　with　his　apron　and　blouse　into　his　tool…bag　with　the　purpose　of　taking　them　with　him　that　night；　but　on　reflection　he　resolved　not　to　do　so。　　After　all；　it　was　not　absolutely　certain　that　he　was　going　to　be　‘stood　off'：　possibly　they　were　going　to　send　him　on　some　other　job。

They　kept　all　together　…　some　walking　on　the　pavement　and　some　in　the　road　…　until　they　got　down　town；　and　then　separated。　　Crass；　Sawkins；　Bundy　and　Philpot　adjourned　to　the　‘Cricketers'　for　a　drink；　Newman　went　on　by　himself；　Slyme　accompanied　Easton　who　had　arranged　with　him　to　come　that　night　to　see　the　bedroom；　and　Owen　went　in　the　direction　of　the　office。



Chapter　11

Hands　and　Brains


Rushton　&　Co。's　premises　were　situated　in　one　of　the　principal　streets　of　Mugsborough　and　consisted　of　a　double…fronted　shop　with　plate　glass　windows。　　The　shop　extended　right　through　to　the　narrow　back　street　which　ran　behind　it。　　The　front　part　of　the　shop　was　stocked　with　wall…hangings；　mouldings；　stands　showing