“I could not find him,” he said to the school, wiping his dripping face with his handkerchief.  Then he turned to the class on duty and resumed the exercise he had broken off so abruptly.

I do not know what would have happened if Mr. Bright and “Dodd” had met in the heat of this encounter.  It is useless to speculate on what would have occurred.  Some of the boys, waiting in the room they had just left, offered to bet two to one on the master if it came to business.  And, indeed, there were no takers at that, for Mr. Bright had a prowess which would have stood him well in stead if he had had occasion to use it.  But he did not.  I am glad that he did not.

Because, it is at such times as this that men get beside themselves, and are apt to do desperate things.  I have known men who had to go behind bars and stay there for many years because they did meet the man they were after, under much such circumstances as I have just detailed.  I remarked a few paragraphs above something about virtue being “occasional,” and we have all need to pray, “Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.”

But Fate, or Foreordination, or Good Fortune, or Destiny, or Providence, or Luck, whichever one of these presided on this occasion,—­suit yourselves as to this, O infidel or orthodox! capitalize them all, since some of you will have it so—­elected that these two people should not meet till they had both cooled off a little.  I hope these same powers may be as kind to you if you ever have a like need of their good offices.  Many a man has been made or broken by the smile or frown of one of these deities which are so entirely beyond our control, and which still make so important a part of our lives.  I state facts again, without further moralizing.  Indeed, I could not moralize on this theme if I tried.  I don’t know any one who can, though the world is full of people who constantly try to.  They all fail.  The mystery is as great now as it was in the days when Eve happened to walk up to the tree where the serpent and the apples happened to be together.  One should take off his hat when he speaks seriously of these things.  They are stupendous!

Nor should you blame Mr. Bright too much for doing as he did.  Hear the story out before you pass judgment.  He was only a man.  You are under the same condemnation, my self-contained critic!

I will admit without argument, however, that the machine would never have slid down a banister in pursuit of a fleeing pupil.  Never!  It never concerns itself enough about the doings of any individual pupil to follow him an inch for any cause whatever.  The machine would have sat still and let the boy run.  Then it would have suspended him the next morning and expelled him a few days later.  The machine always has regular ways of doing things.  It has all the rules for its movements set down in a book.