Flashman and his associates united in “bringing the young vagabonds to their senses,” and the whole house was filled with chasings, sieges, and lickings of all sorts.

One evening, in forbidden hours, Brown and East were in the hall, chatting by the light of the fire, when the door swung open, and in walked Flashman.  He didn’t see Diggs, busy in front of the other fire; and as the boys didn’t move for him, struck one of them, and ordered them all off to their study.

“I say, you two,” said Diggs, rousing up, “you’ll never get rid of that fellow till you lick him.  Go in at him, both of you!  I’ll see fair play.”

They were about up to Flashman’s shoulder, but tough and in perfect training; while he, seventeen years old, and big and strong of his age, was in poor condition from his monstrous habits of stuffing and want of exercise.

They rushed in on him, and he hit out wildly and savagely, and in another minute Tom went spinning backwards over a form; and Flashman turned to demolish East, with a savage grin.  But Diggs jumped down from the table on which he had seated himself.

“Stop there!” shouted he.  “The round’s over!  Half minute time allowed!  I’m going to see fair.  Are you ready, Brown?  Time’s up!”

The small boys rushed in again; Flashman was wilder and more flurried than ever.  In a few moments over all three went on the floor, Flashman striking his head on a form.  But his skull was not fractured, as the two youngsters feared it was, and he never laid a finger on them again.  But whatever harm a spiteful tongue could do them, he took care should be done.  Only throw dirt enough, and some will stick.  And so Tom and East, and one or two more, became a sort of young Ishmaelites.  They saw the praeposters cowed by or joining with the Fifth and shirking their own duties; and so they didn’t respect them, and rendered no willing obedience, and got the character of sulky, unwilling fags.  At the end of the term they are told the doctor wants to see them.  He is not angry only very grave.  He explains that rules are made for the good of the school and must and shall be obeyed!  He should be sorry if they had to leave, and wishes them to think very seriously in the holidays over what he has said.  Good-night!

III.—­The Turn of the Tide

The turning point of our hero’s school career had now come, and the manner of it was as follows.

Tom and East and another Schoolhouse boy rushed into the matron’s room in high spirits when they got back on the first day of the next half-year.  She sent off the others, but kept Tom to tell him Mrs. Arnold wished him to take a new boy to share the study he had hoped to share with East.  She had told Mrs. Arnold she thought Tom would be kind to him, and see that he wasn’t bullied.

In the far corner of the room he saw a slight, pale boy, who looked ready to sink through the floor.  The matron watched Tom for a minute, and saw what was passing in his mind.