A Lad of Mettle

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NAT GOULD'S SPORTING NOVELS Crown Svo. , Picture Boards. THE DOUBLE EVENT RUNNING IT OFF JOCKEY JACK HARRY DALE'S JOCKEY BANKER AND BROKER THROWN AWAY STUCK UP ONLY A COMMONER THE MINERS' CUP THE MAGPIE JACKET WHO DID IT? HORSE OR BLACKSMITH ? NOT SO BAD AFTER ALL SEEING HIM THROUGH Also, uniform with the above. ON AND OFF THE TURF IN AUSTRALIA TOWN AND BUSH THE DOCTOR'S DOUBLE A LAD OF METTLE BY NAT GO U JL D AUTHOR OF ' THE DOUBLE EVENT,' ETC. LONDON GEORGE ROUTLEDGE AND SONS, Limi Broadway, Ludgate Hir,_c Id MY SONS CONTENTS CHAPTER PAGE I. BULLY RAKES TAKEN DOWN - - - 9 II. IN THE CRICKET-FIELD - - - 19 III. A CRITICAL MOMENT - - - 28 IV. LEAVING SCHOOL - - - - 38 V. A FURIOUS STORM - - - - 46 VI. THE 'DISTANT SHORE' - - - - 55 VII. WHAT THE MORNING BROUGHT FORTH- - 64 VIII. IN WAL JESSOP-S COTTAGE - - - 74 IX.

UP COUNTRY - - - - 83 X. A WILD SCENE - - - - 92 XL YACKA THE BLACK - - - - IOI XII. IN SEARCH OF ADVENTURES - - - I IO XIII. BY THE LAGOON - - - - -119 XIV. ON THE OVERLAND LINE - - - 129 XV. THROUGH THE RANGES - - - - 139 XVI. AFTER THE FIGHT - - - - 148 XVII. WONDROUS CAVERNS - - - - 1 58 XVIII. THE WHITE SPIRIT - - - - 167 XIX. THE FORCES OF NATURE - - - 1 76 XX. THE RETURN TO YANDA - - - - - 1 36 XXI. AN EXCITING CHASE - - - - CONTENTS CHAPTER PAGE XXII. TIME FLIES .... - 204 XXIII. AN EVENTFUL NIGHT - - - • 214 XXIV. HOME AGAIN ----- 223 XXV. THE SCENE AT LORD'S - - - - 232 XXVI. AN UPHILL GAME - - - - 241 XXVII. THE CAPTAIN OR HIS GHOST - - 250 XXVIII. A STRANGE STORY ... - 259 XXIX. WARLIKE SPORTS ----- 269 XXX. GOOD-BYE TO AUSTRALIA - - - - 27S

Chapter I. Bully Rakes Taken Down

LESSONS were over for the day, and the boys at Redbank School came running with shouts and whoops of joy into the playing-fields. They were like young colts freed from restraint for a few hours, and eager to make the most of their liberty. Redbank was the home of brilliant cricketers and all-round athletes. Many a noted cricketer had received his first lessons in the great game on Red bank cricket ground. The lads were proud of the men who played in the All England eleven, and who were never slow to acknowledge that to Redbank they owed what prowess they possessed. The Redbank lads were born runners, so many an old hand training them for races vowed. Something in the atmosphere of Redbank seemed to make the lads athletic. Perhaps the traditions attached to the school had much to do with this, for lads are very proud, and justly so, of the feats of scholars who have preceded them.

But Redbank was not merely a training ground for famous athletes. Redbank scholars had taken high honours at the Universities, and afterwards distinguished themselves in various walks of life. The Bishop of Flaxham was proud of the fact that he was ' grounded ' at Redbank. He was an eloquent and distinguished man, an ornament to the Church, and a brilliant writer of readable books. When the Bishop of Flaxham came to Redbank, and preached in the chapel, the lads with difficulty restrained themselves from giving him a hearty cheer at the end of his address. The Bishop knew how to talk to boys, and never forgot that at one period of his life he had been bored with wearisome sermons about the world, the flesh, and the devil, which he did not in the least understand. So he took warning, and told the lads to run the race set before them much in the same manner as they would a hundred yards sprint, each striving to win the prize and do the distance in even time.

The Bishop believed that well-trained muscles and a healthy body were con ducive to an active and moral state of mind. The Redbank lads gloried in the fact that the Bishop of Flaxham had been one of themselves. Field-Marshal Lord Kingcraft was a Redbank boy, and his warlike deeds and bravery were celebrated in song on the fly-leaves of school-books, and occasionally on the panels of doors and the insides of desks. ' Lord Kingcraft's won the great V.C., May Redbank do the same for me.' was discovered carved, evidently with much labour and pains, on the lid of a desk at which the celebrated Field-Marshal formerly worried his brains over Euclid and algebra. This inscription was pointed out to the brave leader of men when he visited his old school, and he never forgot it. He hoped, from the bottom of his heart, the lad who carved it would one day win his V.C. Redbank was represented in the navy and in the diplomatic world, and one day it was hoped a Red bank lad would become Prime Minister.

So, with all these successful public men constantly before them as an example, the lads of Redbank felt bound to endeavour to do great deeds, and win renown for themselves and their school. The head-master of Redbank was the Rev. Henry Hook, and it was universally acknowledged that no more suitable man could have been selected. He ruled his lads with a firm hand, but he was no tyrant or hard task-master. The boys knew he meant what he said, and that his word to them could be implicitly relied upon. He had confidence in his boys, and they returned it. When Edgar Foster came to Redbank School he was sixteen, small for his age, but muscular and active. At this time there were between two and three hundred scholars at Redbank, and naturally out of such a number there were several lads whose absence would not have been regretted.

Young Edgar Foster soon became popular. For one thing, his father was a well-known man, who had worthily upheld the honour of Redbank in the cricket field, and had captained the All England eleven. This was quite sufficient to give Edgar a standing in the school. Bullies exist in almost every walk of life, and a few of this undesirable species were to be found at Red bank. The leader of these bullies was a lad named Raymond Rakes — ' Bully Rakes ' as he was generally called. He was a big, hulking fellow, powerful and strong, but deficient in courage, as bullies generally are. There was nothing manly about Bully Rakes, and the boys knew it. So far he had held his own, for he was the biggest boy in the school. Any new scholar he at once endeavoured to inspire with awe, and generally succeeded.

Our story commences about a week after Edgar Foster's arrival at Redbank. The boys were bounding out of school and soon spread over the fields in groups ; the bulk of them, however, went towards the cricket ing nets. Edgar Foster had not had any opportunity of showing what he could do with the bat. He was a lad who did not push himself forward, but quietly bided his time, knowing full well that when that time came he would not be found wanting. The boy is father to the man, and it will be gathered from this story of a lad of mettle that Edgar Foster acted in this wise during many trying periods of his after life. Edgar watched the practice with keen and critical eyes. His father had taught him how to handle a bat as only a skilful player can. ' Here, Foster, take a turn,' said the lad who had just finished batting. ' We've not had the chance of seeing how you shape yet.' ' I'm ready,' said Edgar, pulling off his coat and eagerly holding out a hand for the bat. 'It's my turn,' said Bully Rakes. 'Just you drop that bat, or I'll make you.' Edgar Foster looked up at the big fellow standing before him, but he did not flinch, nor did he drop the bat.

The boys crowded round, anticipating a row, and anxious to see how the new-comer would shape with Rakes. ' If it is your turn,' said Edgar quietly, ' I will give you the bat. If it is not your turn, under no circumstances will I drop the bat.' The tones were firm, there was no flinching, and the lad looked determined. Bully Rakes was not accustomed to be addressed in this manner. He eyed Edgar scornfully, and said : ' I shall have to teach you manners. I am the best judge of whose turn it is. Will you drop that bat?' Edgar turned to the lad who had handed him the bat, and said : ' Do you bat in turns ? Has Rakes any right to bat before me ?' Courage is infectious. Will Brown had never defied Rakes before, but he felt he must back up his plucky schoolmate. ' Rakes has no right to bat here at all,' he replied. ' He's been batting at the other net, and has just finished his turn.' Edgar Foster made no further remark, but walked coolly to the wicket.

This defiance of his demands gave Bully Rakes a shock. He knew if he allowed Foster to bat his hold over the boys would be gone. He strode up to Edgar and said savagely : ' Give me the bat, or I'll thrash you !' ' Had you asked me politely at first, 1 should probably have handed you the bat,' said Edgar. ' I shall not do so now. As for thrashing me — well, that has to be decided.' ' Bravo, Foster !' shouted several lads. ' Punch his head, Rakes,' said one of the bully's toadies. ' Give me that bat, or fight me !' shouted Rakes in a passion. * Shame!' shouted the lads. Rakes was much taller and more powerfully built than Edgar. Edgar Foster handed the bat to Will Brown, and said : ' Come on, I'm ready. Bully Rakes had his coat off, and the boys, seeing a fight about to take place, formed a ring.

They would have given much to see Bully Rakes get a severe thrashing. Now they were in a fighting attitude the disparity between the lads was more apparent. Edgar was lightly built, but active, and evidently in good condition. Bully Rakes was massive, heavy, and ponderous in his movements. The boys were determined to see fair play, and gave Edgar every encouragement. As usual, when he had to fight, Bully Rakes rushed in at close quarters, and tried to overwhelm his smaller opponent by the force of his onslaught. Edgar, however, was ready for him. He knew how to box better than most lads of his age. His father had taught him, impressing upon him that because he knew how to use his fists he ought not to pick quarrels. Seeing Bully Rakes rush at him, Edgar sprang nimbly to one side. The bigger lad stumbled for ward and almost fell.

Thus foiled at the first attempt, Rakes lost his temper. He heard the lads jeering at him, and he determined he would make Edgar suffer for the humiliation. Recovering himself, Rakes glared at Edgar and then aimed a terrific blow at his ribs. Quick as lightning shot out Edgar's left and caught Rakes on the ear. It was a stinging blow, and the bully did not take punishment well. Rakes again rushed at Edgar, and, closing with him, kicked him severely on the shin. It was a despicable act, and several lads pulled Rakes back, others shouting 'Coward!' and ' Foul play !' 'Hands off!' shouted Rakes. 'You'd better not interfere with me.' ' Leave him to Foster,' said Will Brown ; ' he'll settle him.' A roar of laughter followed this remark, and made Bully Rakes furious. ' Stand up and fight fair,' said Edgar. ' Who taught you to kick ?

We're not playing football.' The boys were delighted. Here was young Foster taking it out of Bully Rakes, and chaffing him un mercifully. Rakes again commenced the attack, but with more caution. He was not a match for his young opponent when it came to science. He managed to land a blow on Edgar's right eye, but the return he received fairly between his own eyes staggered him. Edgar followed up his advantage and soon had the satisfaction of seeing Bully Rakes measure his length on the grass. The younger boys danced with delight as the defeat of their enemy looked assured. Rakes, however, was not yet beaten. He sta"gered to his feet and fought again with some deter mination. Feeling he had met his match, his courage, what little he possessed, gave way, and Edgar soon had the bully at his mercy.

Edgar was not disposed to let him off lightly, and he knocked Rakes about in a manner that both astonished and alarmed him. ' Have you had enough ?' said Edgar, standing over him after another knock-down blow. ' If not, get up, and I'll repeat the dose.' ' I've done for to-day,' growled Rakes ; ' but I'll be even with you for this, see if I don't.' ' Take your defeat like a man,' said Edgar, ' and drop bullying in the future. Where's the bat ?' he added, turning to Will Brown. But the boys would not let him bat. They cheered him and shook hands with him, and Edgar felt he had quickly made a position for himself in the school. Bully Rakes slunk away with one or two com panions, who had been tempted by his example to bully on a smaller scale, and were downcast at his defeat. ' You'll get into a row,' said Will Brown to Edgar. ' The chief can't bear fighting, but when he hears the truth, I fancy he'll side with you.' ' He'll hear the truth then,' said Edgar. ' I shall ask to see him when we reach school.' ' I shouldn't,' said Will Brown. ' None of the masters may have noticed it.' ' It makes no difference to me whether they have noticed it or otherwise,' said Edgar ; ' I shall tell the doctor all about it, if he will see me.

It is the most straightforward way, as I have only been about a week in the school.' ' Perhaps you're right,' said Will Brown. ' Sure of it,' said Edgar. That evening Dr. Hook received a polite note from Edgar Foster, in which he asked for an inter view. Dr. Hook knew Edgar's father, and admired him for his many manly qualities. ' You wanted to see me, Foster,' said Dr. Hook, when the lad came into his study. Then, catching sight of Edgar's discoloured eye, he frowned. Edgar explained what had occurred in the cricket field. Dr. Hook listened attentively, noting the boy's face all the time. His scrutiny was evidently favourable. ' I am glad you came to me,' said the head-master ; ' I strongly object to fighting, but in this instance I think it may be overlooked. Send Rakes to me when you go out.' ' Please, sir,' said Edgar, and hesitated. ' I hope you will not punish Rakes ; I gave it him severely this afternoon.' Dr. Hook smiled as he said : ' No, I will not punish Rakes ; I merely wish to speak to him about his conduct.

You may go.' ' That lad will get on in the world,' thought Dr. Hook, when the door closed behind Edgar. ' I'm glad he thrashed Rakes ; it will do him good.' Bully Rakes got a very different reception to Edgar Foster, and as he left the room he vowed he would have his revenge upon Edgar for ' sneaking ' to the head-master.

Chapter II. In The Cricket-field

The thrashing of Bully Rakes gave Edgar Foster a hold over the affections of his schoolfellows, and he never lost it. In twelve months he became captain of the eleven, and led them to victory on many occasions. Edgar worked hard, both at lessons and play. He found it much easier to study when his body was in good order, and his athletic exercises helped to make his school tasks the easier. Pie could not be called a brilliant scholar by any means, but he was endowed with an amount of perseverance that generally pulled him through. ' It's got to be done, and I'll do it,' Edgar thought to himself when pondering over a difficult task, and he generally succeeded. The Redbank lads took a defeat from their great opponents, the eleven of Fairfield College, with a very bad grace. Not that they allowed their success- 2 — ful opponents to see their chagrin, they were too manly for that, but they felt the defeat keenly.

Edgar Foster determined to win the return match if possible. He had taken great care to select his eleven, and felt confident of success. He was the more eager to win because his father was coming to Redbank to watch the game. Dr. Hook too was anxious his boys should regain their lost laurels, and he encouraged Edgar by his kindly advice. It so happened that Raymond Rakes, despite his many bad qualities, was a very fair cricketer. He had not been chosen to play in the first match against Fairfield, and he put his being left out of the team down to Edgar's animosity. Edgar Foster, however, was not actuated by any such motive. He thought Rakes hardly good enough, and therefore did not select him. Since this match Rakes had shown such good form that Edgar decided to include him in the eleven for the return match.

Bully Rakes was much surprised when Edgar asked him to play. He said he would think over the matter, and complained about not being chosen in the first match. ' You had not shown good enough form then,' said Edgar ; ' you have come on wonderfully since, and therefore I ask you to play. It is for the honour of the school we are playing this time, so you ought to have no hesitation.' ' Then I'll play,' said Rakes, in his usual surly manner. 'And I hope you will make a good score,' said Edgar. As the captain of the Redbank eleven walked away, Rakes looked after him with no friendly eyes. He had never forgotten the humiliating defeat he sustained when Edgar first came to the school. No opportunity had yet occurred of paying off the grudge he owed Edgar on that account. ' He's set his heart on winning this match,' muttered Rakes to himself; ' he'd have left me out again if he could.

I've a good mind to spoil his plans. What does it matter whether we win or lose the match? I don't care much which way it goes, and I'd like to see Foster taken down a peg or two. I'll wait and see how our side shapes. I may be able to carry out a plan of my own.' Had Edgar Foster doubted Rakes, he would not have asked him to play ; but he could not under stand any lad throwing away a chance of victory merely to spite the captain of the team. Such con duct Edgar would not have suspected even in Ray mond Rakes. ' So you've asked Rakes to play ?' said Will Brown, who had become a stanch friend of Edgar's ever since the fight with Bully Rakes. ' Yes,' said Edgar. ' He's not a bad bat at all ; he's a fairfield, and will do to put on for a change bowler. We must win the match. I'm awfully anxious about it.

My father will be here, and there's sure to be a big crowd of people. We have a good team, and I'm pretty confident this time.' 'All the same, I should not have played Rakes said Will Brown. 'Why?' asked Edgar. ' Because I don't trust him. He's never forgiven you for licking him, and if he gets half a chance he'll throw us over in the match, just to spite you,' said Will. Edgar looked at his schoolmate in surprise. He could not believe in any lad doing such a thing. ' He'll never do that,' said Edgar. ' Even if it is as you say, and he still bears me a grudge, he would never be such a cad as -to throw the school over in order to annoy me.' ' I hope he won't, for your sake,' said Will ; ' but all the same, I have my doubts.' Will Brown's words made Edgar feel uneasy for a time, but he soon forgot them.

It was universally agreed that a better eleven could not have been chosen to meet Fairfield College_ Masters were not to play ; it was to be purely a boys' match. Early and late Edgar was at the cricket nets watching the practice and debating how he should send his team in to bat. For such a young lad, he had keen powers of observation, and he made a pretty accurate calculation as to the pluck and nerve of each boy. Edgar's father arrived the day before the match, and saw the final practice. ' You have a real good team,' he said to his son, < and ought to win. Remember, a good deal depends upon the captain.' 'I'm not likely to forget that,' said Edgar. 'You have often told me a good captain wins many a game at cricket.' Robert Foster was proud of his son, and naturally felt anxious to see him successful. ' How's my lad doing ?' he had said to the head master. ' Well — very well,' said Dr. Hook. ' He is not a brilliant scholar, but he will get on in the world.

He is like his father in one respect. He is about the best cricketer and all-round athlete we have in the school.' Robert Foster's eyes brightened, and he said : ' I'm glad of that. I'm not a rich man, and my lad will have to fight his own battles. He has a great inclination to go abroad, and I don't know that it will not be a good thing for him. His sister will be able to keep me from feeling lonely.' Dr. Hook looked at Robert Foster with his kindly eyes, and replied : ' Travel expands the mind. If a lad has plenty of ballast, he will take no harm in any part of the world. Your son is a lad of mettle, and you need have no fear about his future. If I am a judge of character, I should say Edgar Foster is a lad who will surmount difficulties and dangers, and he is bound to be a leader of men.' Robert Foster was proud of the way in which the head-master spoke of his son.

How little do thought less schoolboys know the pleasure a father feels in hearing praise bestowed upon his child, or of the pang he feels when the son he loves strays from the right path. Robert Foster loved his son devotedly, although he made very little demonstration of his affection, and Edgar thoroughly understood and appreciated the manly qualities of his father. The eventful day arrived, and a glorious day it was. The sun shone brightly, and there was a slight cool breeze. Redbank cricket ground was charmingly situated. The pavilion was small, but there were several large trees growing at the back which afforded ample shade. The ground was level and well-kept, and the pitch had much care bestowed upon it. It was a great day at Redbank when this return match with Fairfield College was to be played.

Flushed with the triumph of their previous victory, the Fair field lads were eager for the fray, and had invited many friends to come and witness their further triumph. The captain of the Fairfield eleven, Harold Simpson, was almost as popular at Fairfield as Edgar Foster was at Redbank. The two captains had a mutual liking for each other, although each one was determined to beat the other in the great game they were about to play. Edgar Foster lost the toss, and, as the ground was in such good order, Harold Simpson elected to send his men in first. ' They are a strong batting team,' said Edgar to his father. ' It will take us some time to get rid of them.' ' It is a one-day match, so you must do your level best to get them out quickly,' said his father. As the boys filed on to the field they were cheered by their comrades and the Redbank supporters, who had mustered in strong force.

Edgar Foster came in for a special share of applause, and he felt his pulses tingle and his heart beat high with hope as he bounded over the springy turf towards the wickets. The two Fairfield batsmen were wildly cheered by their mates, and Harold Simpson decided on this occasion to go in first. Will Brown and Sayers junior were put on to bowl. An anxious moment is that during which the first ball in a match is delivered. The bowler goes back from the wicket, measuring his men ; for a second or two he hesitates and looks round, then he glances at the batsman, sees all is ready, and prepares for the delivery. As he takes his run to the wicket the spectators hold their breath. Will this first ball be fatal ? A sigh of relief goes round as the batsman plays it well forward. Harold Simpson failed to score in Brown's first over.

Sayers junior then took the ball, and his first delivery made the bails fly, much to the delight of the Redbank boys, who shouted and cheered vocifer ously. Edgar Foster felt they had commenced well, and was anxious for the good-fortune to continue. The Fairfield boys were determined bats, and a long stand took place before the second batsman was got rid of. Harold Simpson still kept his wicket up, and runs came freely. At the fall of the fifth wicket Fairfield had put a hundred runs on, of which the captain had made forty. Edgar Foster went on to bowl. He was not such a good bowler as Rakes, who thought he ought to have been tried before, and looked sullen. In his first over Harold Simpson skied a ball to Raymond Rakes. It was an easy catch, but Rakes missed it, and so clumsily that the boys jeered at him.

Will Brown, who had been watching him, thought : ' He dropped that on purpose, because Edgar bowled it.' Nothing daunted at this stroke of bad luck, Edgar sent another similar ball down. Harold Simpson hesitated for a moment as to what he should do with it ; then he struck out, and, strange to say, the ball went to Rakes again. It was not such an easy catch as the former one, but, still, there ought to have been very little difficulty in a good fielder securing it. Rakes fumbled it badly, and again missed the catch. Edgar Foster could not help thinking of what Will Brown had said to him. He was very much annoyed, and at the conclusion of his over said to Rakes : ' Those were two easy catches to miss ; they may cost us the match.' ' They were not as easy as they looked,' said Rakes. 'You don't suppose I dropped them on purpose, do you ?' ' I should be very sorry to think that,' said Edgar ; ' but be more careful next time.' At last Will Brown secured Harold Simpson's wicket, and the others followed rapidly, the innings closing for a hundred and thirty-four, a good score in a one-day school match. 'What do you think of it, Edgar?' asked his father. ' Shall you be able to wipe that off?' ' I think so,' replied Edgar. ' We should have had a much easier task had Rakes held those two catches off my bowling.' 'He made an awful mess of them,' said Robert Foster. ' How he dropped the first puzzles me ; he had it fairly in his hands.' ' Look here, Edgar !' said Will Brown. ' It's no use mincing matters.

I'm sure Rakes missed those catches purposely. When are you going to send him in ?' ' About seventh,' said Edgar. ' Put him in last,' said Will. 'That would only make matters worse,' said Edgar; ' he would know I doubted him, and act accord ingly. He shall go in sixth wicket down. It will give him a chance of making up for missing those catches.' ' As you wish,' said Will. ' Mind, if you are in with him, he does not run you out.' ' No fear of that,' said Edgar, laughing. And he crossed over to speak to Raymond Rakes. ' You go in sixth wicket down,' he said. ' All right,' replied Rakes, ' that will suit me.' ' We've not been very good friends,' said Edgar, ' but you know it is not my fault. We want to win this match, and it may be that your batting will turn the scale in our favour at a critical point of the game.

I shall rely upon you to do your best for the honour of the school. You missed two very easy catches ; try and make up for it by playing your best when you go in to bat.' ' I always do,' said Rakes sulkily, and walked away. Edgar Foster felt rather sorry he had included Raymond Rakes in the Redbank eleven.