. Tom Browns school-days . e round goeson, the Slogger waiting for Tom, and reserving all his strengthto hit him out should he come in for the wrestling dodge again,for he feels that that must be stopped, or his sponge will soon goup in the air. And now another newcomer appears on the field, to wit, theunder-porter, with his long brush and great wooden receptaclefor dust under his arm. He has been sweeping out the schools. Youd better stop, gentlemen, he says; the Doctor knowsthat Browns fighting—hell be out in a minute. You go to Bath, Bill, is all that that excellent servitor getsby his advi
. Tom Browns school-days . e round goeson, the Slogger waiting for Tom, and reserving all his strengthto hit him out should he come in for the wrestling dodge again,for he feels that that must be stopped, or his sponge will soon goup in the air. And now another newcomer appears on the field, to wit, theunder-porter, with his long brush and great wooden receptaclefor dust under his arm. He has been sweeping out the schools. Youd better stop, gentlemen, he says; the Doctor knowsthat Browns fighting—hell be out in a minute. You go to Bath, Bill, is all that that excellent servitor getsby his advice. And being a man of his hands, and a stanchupholder of the School-house, cant help stopping to look on fora bit, and see Tom Brown, their pet craftsman, fight a round. It is grim earnest now, and no mistake. Both boys feel this,and summon every power of head, hand, and eye to their aid. Apiece of luck on either side, a foot slipping, a blow getting wellhome, or another fall, may decide it. Tom works slowly round [288]. THE SLOGGER IS THROWN HEAVILY FOR THE THIRD TIME SCHOOL DAYS for an opening; he has all the legs, and can choose his own time:the Slogger waits for the attack, and hopes to finish it by someheavy right-handed blow. As they quarter slowly over theground, the evening sun comes out from behind a cloud and fallsfull on Williamss face. Tom darts in; the heavy right-hand isdelivered, but only grazes his head. A short rally at close quar-ters, and they close; in another moment the Slogger is thrownagain heavily for the third time. Ill give you three to two on the little one in half-crowns,said Groove to Rattle. No, thank ee, answers the other, diving his hands fartherinto his coat-tails. Just at this stage of the proceedings, the door of the turret whichleads to the Doctors library suddenly opens, and he steps intothe close, and makes straight for the ring, in which Brown andthe Slogger are both seated on their seconds knees for the lasttime. The Doctor! the Doctor
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