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A moment later the barge slipped past, and in spite of Phils efforts to conceal his identity he was recognised.

Its that rascal Western! exclaimed the mayor, getting red with anger. Stop, sir! What do you mean? Are you stealing that barge?

At the mayors angry order Tommy and his companion ceased rowing, and, seeing that all was discovered, Phil swept his hat from his head and politely wished all good afternoon.

Mr Barrington almost exploded with rage. Take that barge back at once, you young rascal, he shouted. Ill have you up for stealing. How dare you? Take it back at once!

But meanwhile a crowd had gathered, and quickly understanding the joke, they laughed long and loudly and cheered the three boys. As for Joe Sweetman, he was convulsed, and this added not a little to the mayors ill-temper.

Mr Western had not spoken a word. All the while he gazed sternly at Phil, as though he could not trust himself to speak, and he had landed at the steps and was on his way home before he opened his lips.

The mayor is right, he said bitterly. Philip is a disgrace, and I will not allow him to stay at home a single day longer than I can help. I know an excellent institution where boys of his character can be urged into obedience. He shall go there, and nothing shall persuade me to remove him till he has changed utterly and completely.

What! You would send Phil to a school for backward and incorrigible boys? exclaimed Joe Sweetman.

Yes, that is exactly the class of institution I mean. I know of one close to London, and will send him there, so that he may be tamed into obedience.

Then I tell you that you will do that boy a grievous wrong, cried Joe, roused to anger by Edward Westerns words. Only boys of vicious nature are sent to such schools. Of the backward ones I say nothing, for Phils wits are as ready as any boys, and he is decidedly not a dunce. Nor is he vicious, as you seem to think. For Heavens sake look with a more open mind at the matter. Here is a merry, good-hearted lad whom, because he gets into mischief, you would pack off to a school for unruly boys. I hope you will not insist on sending him to this place, for, as I have said, he is not so bad as you think.

Yes, I insist, Joseph, and no amount of argument will alter that decision.

Ah, I wish I had the power to compel you to do so! said Joe bitterly. But perhaps it is all for the best. Such schools, no doubt, are much as the others, save that a boy starts as it were with a black mark against his name. Let us hope that the headmaster of the one in your thoughts will see at a glance what sort of a lad he has in reality to deal with, and treat him accordingly.

Chapter Two.

Old Bumble

Mr Western was as good as his word, and within a week of his last escapade Phil was despatched to a certain school, situated in the outskirts of London, where only backward and incorrigible lads were received.

I am thoroughly displeased and disappointed with you, said the vicar severely, as he lectured Phil just before his departure. I lifted you from poverty, provided you with a home, and for years have devoted all my spare hours to you. You know what my wishes and hopes were. They are still the same. Disappoint me again, get into further disgrace, and I will disown you.

Ill do my best to keep out of trouble, Phil answered, with a catch in his voice, for the lad was at heart fond of his home and of his guardians. I will not promise to follow your wishes though. I dont know why it is, but I loathe the thought of being a clergyman. I love a free and open life; and besides, a clever man is required for the Church, and I am scarcely that. Still, father, I will try my best, and should I do anything wrong, it shall not be such as to cause you to feel any shame.

Then we shall see, Philip. But remember my warning, answered the vicar.

That evening a cab stopped outside a big stone building in Highgate and deposited Phil and his baggage on the pavement.

For a moment he looked round in bewilderment, for this was the first time he had been in the neighbourhood of, or in fact, anywhere near, the great city; but a gruff Five bob fare, please, and that theres Ebdens School, recalled his wandering wits.

Phil paid the money, and then, remembering that he would require someone to help him with his baggage, asked the surly driver to get off his seat.

Not if I knows it, young un, was the answer. Ive got me fare, and youve got to yer journeys end. So good-day to yer! Hope yer wont find it too precious warm in there. I passes by most every day and hears horrid yells a-coming from the ouse. Get up, wont yer! and with a tug and a spiteful lash at his horse, this cheerful Jehu drove off with such a jerk that the dilapidated top hat he wore started backward, and, bounding from the box, was crushed beneath the wheels.

Phil, who had for the moment been somewhat taken aback by the mans ominous words, roared at the cabmans discomfiture and at the rage into which he promptly worked himself. Then, taking no notice of his growling, and seeing no one at hand to help him, he shouldered his box, pushed open the iron gate which formed the entrance of his new home, and mounted the steps. A double knock, sounding hollow and rumbling, was answered quickly by an individual who performed at once the duties of butler and general fatigue man of the school.

Name, sir? he asked politely.

Western, answered Phil.

Ah! youre the new boy, sir! Glad to see you. Let me help you with the box; and in a twinkling Phil was relieved of his baggage.

Then he was ushered into a big room, where he waited, not without some feelings of uneasiness, for the appearance of the master.

I wonder what hell be like! he thought. Ive heard of masters of his sort before. I wonder whether that cabby was rotting! Perhaps he wasnt, and perhaps I shall really be catching it hot. Never mind. I was happy at Haddington, and will be here too.

Phil was in the act of sketching for himself a big, heavy-looking man, with a hard unrelenting face, as his master, when there was a quick step outside, the door burst open, and a clean-shaven little gentleman, with a smiling, pleasant face, entered the room.

By Jove! Hes awfully like Uncle Joe, and would be just his image if he were a little fatter, Phil thought in an instant.

Ah, Philip Western, the boy who has been in difficulties, I believe! said the stranger, extending a hand and shaking Phils heartily. Glad to see you, my lad. Let me look at you. Yes we shall be good friends, I hope. Then, murmuring to himself, he continued, Larky high-spirited full of go, but no vice no vice, I will swear. Yes, we shall be good friends.

Mr Ebden for he it was pushed Phil into the light and rapidly surveyed him, muttering audibly all the while.

So you are a disappointment to your father! he continued. Come, tell me all about it, my lad. Let there be no secrets between us. Tell me the whole trouble; why you have come here, and in what manner you have proved such a deep worry to your people.

I cant help it, sir, Phil blurted out. Ive done my level best to act as father wished, but somehow or other I am always in trouble. They said I was upsetting the discipline of the school, and that is one of the reasons for which I was sent away. Then he proceeded to describe what had happened, and how he had laid a booby-trap for the mayor, and afterwards played a prank with the town barge.

Mr Ebden listened, and, much to Phils relief, laughed heartily when he heard how he and his friends had afforded the townspeople of Riddington one more glance at an old-fashioned relic.