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comrades, most of his recreation time being spent with
Ferguson, so I had no facilities for forming an opinion of his
character. One evening, Mr. Percival sent me with a message
to Ferguson. I went to his study, knocking at the door and
opening it almost directly, Lacy was seated in an armchair
near the fireplace and Ferguson was in another chair near
him. As I entered, the master rose to his feet hurriedly,
turning towards me and picking up a book from the table as
he did so. I delivered my message and left, but while I was in
the room I was able to notice that the fly of Lacy's trousers
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was open. There was nothing else to be seen but it looked
strange for him to be unbuttoned, I thought. I told
Rutherford, and he agreed with me that Ferguson must have
been doing something with Lacy and I had taken them so
much by surprise that Lacy had not had time to fasten his
breeches up properly.
A few days after this, I found myself alone after tea, Bob
having gone with de Beaupre into the neighbouring village to
see about a tennis-racket which had been left there for
repairs, while Jimmy had been condemned to do some lines in
the schoolroom. Having nothing particular to do, I went into
the boys' library, which was a room particularly intended for
our use in the winter, or in bad weather when it was
impossible to go out. We played bagatelle and other indoor
games there, while the shelves which gave the room its name
were well supplied with the works of Henry, Fenn,
Collingwood and other authors dear to the boyish heart. I
picked out a volume from among these, and sat myself down
to read in a corner of the old-fashioned, deeply-recessed bay-
window. The thick curtains which hung here completely hid
me from view, so that anyone coming into the room might
have thought it empty, unless they walked right up to the
window. I had not been there very long before someone did
come in. I did not move, being interested in my book; while I
was not expecting any of the fellows would be looking for me.
The newcomers, for it sounded to me as if there were two,
did not approach where I sat, but took their places on a
settee at the other side of the apartment. As soon as they
began to talk, I recognised the voices at once as those of
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Ferguson and Lacy, and on raising my eyes I could see them
through a narrow space between the curtain behind me and
the wall. They evidently thought themselves to be the sole
occupants of the room, and, not wishing to pose in the
uncomfortable shape of an eaves-dropper, I made up my
mind to declare myself. But I could not resist the temptation
to watch for a moment to see what they would do. Ferguson
was saying something of a jocular nature to Lacy, while he
bent an affectionate smile upon him as he spoke. He held one
of Lacy's hands in his, and presently bent forward and
touched the boy between the legs. Lacy pushed him away
gently, saying, "Not here, Don!" Ferguson's Christian name
was Donald "Wait till we go upstairs to your room." But
Ferguson laughed, and said, "It's all right! No one will come in
here," and, overcoming Lacy's very mild objections, he
unfastened the lad's breeches and took out his cock. It was
limp, as I could see, but Ferguson began to caress it, no
doubt with the object of making it stand up with more dignity.
I felt my position extremely embarrassing now, for I had
missed the right moment to make known my presence to
them, and to do so after things had gone this length would be
a very delicate matter. Not only would it occasion a painful
shock to Ferguson, but it could hardly fail to result in his
viewing me in the future with no friendly feelings, and I was
not at all anxious that this should be so, as I rather, liked
him. As may be imagined, I was in a quandary. The thought
occurred to me to wait until they had gone, without betraying
myself; but then, I could not tell how long they would be,
and, judging from appearances, they did not intend to hurry,
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for Ferguson seemed to be quite content with his present task
of gently handling and stroking Lacy's member, which was by
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