“Then he must he handcuffed and carried into the boat by force,” says the O. U. B. coxswain; “why is not the press-gang an institution in this university?”
CHAPTER XV—A STORM BREWS AND BREAKS
Certainly Drysdale's character came out well that night. He did not seem the least jealous of the success which had been achieved through his dismissal. On the contrary, there was no man in the college who showed more interest in the race, or joy at the result, then he. Perhaps the pleasure of being out of it himself may have reckoned for something with him. In any case, there he was at the door with Jack, to meet the crew as they landed after the race, with a large pewter, foaming with shandygaff, in each hand, for their recreation. Draco himself could not have forbidden them to drink at that moment; so, amidst shaking of hands and clapping on the back, the pewters travelled round from stroke to bow, and then the crew went off to their dressing-room, accompanied by Drysdale and others.
“Bravo! it was the finest race that has been seen on the river this six years; everybody says so. You fellows have deserved well of your country. I've sent up to college to have supper in my room, and you must all come. Hang training! there are only two more nights, and you're safe to keep your place. What do you say Captain? eh, Miller? Now be good-natured for once.”
“Well, we don't get head of the river every night,” said Miller. “I don't object if you'll all turn out and go to bed at eleven.”
“That's all right,” said Drysdale; “and now let's go to the old 'Choughs' and have a glass of ale while supper is getting ready. Eh, Brown?” and he hooked his arm into Tom's and led the way into the town.
“I'm so sorry you were not in it for the finish,” said Tom, who was quite touched by his friend's good-humour.
“Are you?” said Drysdale; “it's more than I am, then, I can tell you. If you could have seen yourself under the willows, you wouldn't have thought yourself much of an object of envy. Jack and I were quite satisfied with our share of work and glory on the bank. Weren't we, old fellow?” at which salutation Jack reared himself on his hind legs and licked his master's hand.
“Well, you're a real good fellow for taking it as you do. I don't think I could have come near the river if I had been you.”