"I don"t think I do," answered Marco, staring a little.

"Are you ever jealous of Lazarus because he"s always with your father--because he"s with him oftener than you are--and knows about his work--and can do things for him you can"t? I mean, are you jealous of--your father?"

Marco loosed his arms from his knees and lay down flat on his pillow.

"No, I"m not. The more people love and serve him, the better," he said.

"The only thing I care for is--is him. I just care for _him_. Lazarus does too. Don"t you?"

The Rat was greatly excited internally. He had been thinking of this thing a great deal. The thought had sometimes terrified him. He might as well have it out now if he could. If he could get at the truth, everything would be easier. But would Marco really tell him?

"Don"t you mind?" he said, still hoa.r.s.e and eager--"don"t you mind how much I care for him? Could it ever make you feel savage? Could it ever set you thinking I was nothing but--what I am--and that it was cheek of me to push myself in and fasten on to a gentleman who only took me up for charity? Here"s the living truth," he ended in an outburst; "if I were you and you were me, that"s what I should be thinking. I know it is. I couldn"t help it. I should see every low thing there was in you, in your manners and your voice and your looks. I should see nothing but the contrast between you and me and between you and him. I should be so jealous that I should just rage. I should _hate_ you--and I should _despise_ you!"

He had wrought himself up to such a pa.s.sion of feeling that he set Marco thinking that what he was hearing meant strange and strong emotions such as he himself had never experienced. The Rat had been thinking over all this in secret for some time, it was evident. Marco lay still a few minutes and thought it over. Then he found something to say, just as he had found something before.

"You might, if you were with other people who thought in the same way,"

he said, "and if you hadn"t found out that it is such a mistake to think in that way, that it"s even stupid. But, you see, if you were I, you would have lived with my father, and he"d have told you what he knows--what he"s been finding out all his life."

"What"s he found out?"

"Oh!" Marco answered, quite casually, "just that you can"t set savage thoughts loose in the world, any more than you can let loose savage beasts with hydrophobia. They spread a sort of rabies, and they always tear and worry you first of all."

"What do you mean?" The Rat gasped out.

"It"s like this," said Marco, lying flat and cool on his hard pillow and looking at the reflection of the street lamp on the ceiling. "That day I turned into your Barracks, without knowing that you"d think I was spying, it made you feel savage, and you threw the stone at me. If it had made me feel savage and I"d rushed in and fought, what would have happened to all of us?"

The Rat"s spirit of generalship gave the answer.

"I should have called on the Squad to charge with fixed bayonets. They"d have half killed you. You"re a strong chap, and you"d have hurt a lot of them."

A note of terror broke into his voice. "What a fool I should have been!"

he cried out. "I should never have come here! I should never have known _him_!" Even by the light of the street lamp Marco could see him begin to look almost ghastly.

"The Squad could easily have half killed me," Marco added. "They could have quite killed me, if they had wanted to do it. And who would have got any good out of it? It would only have been a street-lads"

row--with the police and prison at the end of it."

"But because you"d lived with him," The Rat pondered, "you walked in as if you didn"t mind, and just asked why we did it, and looked like a stronger chap than any of us--and different--different. I wondered what was the matter with you, you were so cool and steady. I know now. It was because you were like him. He"d taught you. He"s like a wizard."

"He knows things that wizards think they know, but he knows them better," Marco said. "He says they"re not queer and unnatural. They"re just simple laws of nature. You have to be either on one side or the other, like an army. You choose your side. You either build up or tear down. You either keep in the light where you can see, or you stand in the dark and fight everything that comes near you, because you can"t see and you think it"s an enemy. No, you wouldn"t have been jealous if you"d been I and I"d been you."

"And you"re _not_?" The Rat"s sharp voice was almost hollow. "You"ll swear you"re not?"

"I"m not," said Marco.

The Rat"s excitement even increased a shade as he poured forth his confession.

"I was afraid," he said. "I"ve been afraid every day since I came here.

I"ll tell you straight out. It seemed just natural that you and Lazarus wouldn"t stand me, just as I wouldn"t have stood you. It seemed just natural that you"d work together to throw me out. I knew how I should have worked myself. Marco--I said I"d tell you straight out--I"m jealous of you. I"m jealous of Lazarus. It makes me wild when I see you both knowing all about him, and fit and ready to do anything he wants done.

I"m not ready and I"m not fit."

"You"d do anything he wanted done, whether you were fit and ready or not," said Marco. "He knows that."

"Does he? Do you think he does?" cried The Rat. "I wish he"d try me. I wish he would."

Marco turned over on his bed and rose up on his elbow so that he faced The Rat on his sofa.

"Let us _wait_," he said in a whisper. "Let us _wait_."

There was a pause, and then The Rat whispered also.

"For what?"

"For him to find out that we"re fit to be tried. Don"t you see what fools we should be if we spent our time in being jealous, either of us.

We"re only two boys. Suppose he saw we were only two silly fools. When you are jealous of me or of Lazarus, just go and sit down in a still place and think of _him_. Don"t think about yourself or about us. He"s so quiet that to think about him makes you quiet yourself. When things go wrong or when I"m lonely, he"s taught me to sit down and make myself think of things I like--pictures, books, monuments, splendid places.

It pushes the other things out and sets your mind going properly.

He doesn"t know I nearly always think of him. He"s the best thought himself. You try it. You"re not really jealous. You only _think_ you are.

You"ll find that out if you always stop yourself in time. Any one can be such a fool if he lets himself. And he can always stop it if he makes up his mind. I"m not jealous. You must let that thought alone. You"re not jealous yourself. Kick that thought into the street."

The Rat caught his breath and threw his arms up over his eyes. "Oh, Lord! Oh, Lord!" he said; "if I"d lived near him always as you have.

If I just had."

"We"re both living near him now," said Marco. "And here"s something to think of," leaning more forward on his elbow. "The kings who were being made ready for Samavia have waited all these years; _We_ can make ourselves ready and wait so that, if just two boys are wanted to do something--just two boys--we can step out of the ranks when the call comes and say "Here!" Now let"s lie down and think of it until we go to sleep."

XIII

LORISTAN ATTENDS A DRILL OF THE SQUAD, AND MARCO MEETS A SAMAVIAN

The Squad was not forgotten. It found that Loristan himself would have regarded neglect as a breach of military duty.

"You must remember your men," he said, two or three days after The Rat became a member of his household. "You must keep up their drill. Marco tells me it was very smart. Don"t let them get slack."

"His men!" The Rat felt what he could not have put into words.

He knew he had worked, and that the Squad had worked, in their hidden holes and corners. Only hidden holes and corners had been possible for them because they had existed in spite of the protest of their world and the vigilance of its policemen. They had tried many refuges before they found the Barracks. No one but resented the existence of a troop of noisy vagabonds. But somehow this man knew that there had evolved from it something more than mere noisy play, that he, The Rat, had _meant_ order and discipline.

"His men!" It made him feel as if he had had the Victoria Cross fastened on his coat. He had brain enough to see many things, and he knew that it was in this way that Loristan was finding him his "place." He knew how.

When they went to the Barracks, the Squad greeted them with a tumultuous welcome which expressed a great sense of relief. Privately the members had been filled with fears which they had talked over together in deep gloom. Marco"s father, they decided, was too big a swell to let the two come back after he had seen the sort the Squad was made up of. He might be poor just now, toffs sometimes lost their money for a bit, but you could see what he was, and fathers like him weren"t going to let their sons make friends with "such as us." He"d stop the drill and the "Secret Society" game. That"s what he"d do!

But The Rat came swinging in on his secondhand crutches looking as if he had been made a general, and Marco came with him; and the drill the Squad was put through was stricter and finer than any drill they had ever known.

"I wish my father could have seen that," Marco said to The Rat.

The Rat turned red and white and then red again, but he said not a single word. The mere thought was like a flash of fire pa.s.sing through him. But no fellow could hope for a thing as big as that. The Secret Party, in its subterranean cavern, surrounded by its piled arms, sat down to read the morning paper.