6sprang out, fell through the tops of some lower branches, and smashed into the water."Great!" he said, bobbing instantly to the surface again, his wet hair plastered in droll bangson his forehead. "That's the most fun I've had this week. Who's next?"I was. This tree flooded me with a sensation of alarm all the way to my tingling fingers. Myhead began to feel unnaturally light, and the vague rustling sounds from the nearby woodscame to me as though muffled and filtered. I must have been entering a mild state of shock.Insulated by this, I took off my clothes and started to climb the pegs. I don't remember sayinganything. The branch he had jumped from was slenderer than it looked from the ground andmuch higher. It was impossible to walk out on it far enough to be well over the river. I wouldhave to spring far out or risk falling into the shallow water next to the bank. "Come on,"drawled Finny from below, "stop standing there showing off." I recognized with automatictenseness that the view was very impressive from here. "When they torpedo the troopship," heshouted, "you can't stand around admiring the view. Jump!"What was I doing up here anyway? Why did I let Finny talk me into stupid things like this?Was he getting some kind of hold over me?"Jump!"With the sensation that I was throwing my life away, I jumped into space. Some tips ofbranches snapped past me and then I crashed into the water. My legs hit the soft mud of thebottom, and immediately I was on the surface being congratulated. I felt fine."I think that was better than Finny's," said Elwin—better known as Leper—Lepellier, whowas bidding for an ally in the dispute he foresaw."All right, pal," Finny spoke in his cordial, penetrating voice, that reverberant instrument inhis chest, "don't start awarding prizes until you've passed the course. The tree is waiting."Leper closed his mouth as though forever. He didn't argue or refuse. He didn't back away.He became inanimate. But the other two, Chet Douglass and Bobby Zane, were vocal enough,complaining shrilly about school regulations, the danger of stomach cramps, physicaldisabilities they had never mentioned before."It's you, pal," Finny said to me at last, "just you and me." He and I started back across thefields, preceding the others like two seigneurs.We were the best of friends at that moment."You were very good," said Finny good-humoredly, "once I shamed you into it.""You didn't shame anybody into anything.""Oh yes I did. I'm good for you that way. You have a tendency to back away from thingsotherwise.""I never backed away from anything in my life!" I cried, my indignation at this charge
7naturally stronger because it was so true. "You're goofy!"Phineas just walked serenely on, or rather flowed on, rolling forward in his white sneakerswith such unthinking unity of movement that "walk" didn't describe it.I went along beside him across the enormous playing fields toward the gym. Underfoot thehealthy green turf was brushed with dew, and ahead of us we could see a faint green hazehanging above the grass, shot through with the twilight sun. Phineas stopped talking for once,so that now I could hear cricket noises and bird cries of dusk, a gymnasium truck gunningalong an empty athletic road a quarter of a mile away, a burst of faint, isolated laughter carriedto us from the back door of the gym, and then over all, cool and matriarchal, the six o'clockbell from the Academy Building cupola, the calmest, most carrying bell toll in the world,civilized, calm, invincible, and final.The toll sailed over the expansive tops of all the elms, the great slanting roofs andformidable chimneys of the dormitories, the narrow and brittle old housetops, across the openNew Hampshire sky to us coming back from the river. "We'd better hurry or we'll be late fordinner," I said, breaking into what Finny called my "West Point stride." Phineas didn't reallydislike West Point in particular or authority in general, but just considered authority thenecessary evil against which happiness was achieved by reaction, the backboard whichreturned all the insults he threw at it. My "West Point stride" was intolerable; his right footflashed into the middle of my fast walk and I went pitching forward into the grass. "Get thosehundred and fifty pounds off me!" I shouted, because he was sitting on my back. Finny got up,patted my head genially, and moved on across the field, not deigning to glance around for mycounterattack, but relying on his extrasensory ears, his ability to feel in the air someone comingon him from behind. As I sprang at him he side-stepped easily, but I just managed to kick himas I shot past. He caught my leg and there was a brief wrestling match on the turf which hewon. "Better hurry," he said, "or they'll put you in the guardhouse." We were walking again,faster; Bobby and Leper and Chet were urging us from ahead for God's sake to hurry up, andthen Finny trapped me again in his strongest trap, that is, I suddenly became his collaborator.As we walked rapidly along I abruptly resented the bell and my West Point stride and hurryingand conforming. Finny was right. And there was only one way to show him this. I threw myhip against his, catching him by surprise, and he was instantly down, definitely pleased. Thiswas why he liked me so much. When I jumped on top of him, my knees on his chest, hecouldn't ask for anything better. We struggled in some equality for a while, and then when wewere sure we were too late for dinner, we broke off.He and I passed the gym and came on toward the first group of dormitories, which weredark and silent. There were only two hundred of us at Devon in the summer, not enough to fillmost of the school. We passed the sprawling Headmaster's house—empty, he was doingsomething for the government in Washington; past the Chapel—empty again, used only for ashort time in the mornings; past the First Academy Building, where there were some dim lightsshining from a few of its many windows, Masters at work in their classrooms there; down ashort slope into the broad and well clipped Common, on which light fell from the bigsurrounding Georgian buildings. A dozen boys were loafing there on the grass after dinner, and
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