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<strong>The</strong> <strong>Salamanca</strong> <strong>Corpus</strong>: <strong>Yeoman</strong> <strong>Fleetwood</strong> (<strong>1900</strong>)<br />

and besides the football, the weather was gloriously seasonable, and he could slide and<br />

skate to his heart's content.<br />

One bright, intensely cold afternoon, Simon came upon a merry party skating on a pond<br />

which lay in the outskirts of the Charnleigh woods, and partly in one of his father's<br />

fields.<br />

He had gone down there thinking to find the place deserted, and was pleased and<br />

astonished on discovering that the fine piece of ice had already been taken possession<br />

of.<br />

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"Hallo, Charnock! I'm coming in a minute," he called out, proceeding with cheerful<br />

alacrity to put on his skates.<br />

Humphrey Charnock was not in his house at Eton, and he had hitherto concerned<br />

himself little about him, beyond a certain vague recognition of him as the Squire's<br />

nephew. But youth instinctively seeks young companionship, and though he had never<br />

cared to associate with Charnock at school, it would be both natural and pleasant to<br />

fraternise now. Humphrey, however, had risen vastly in his own estimation since his<br />

arrival at Charnleigh. As the Squire's nephew he had more or less played the part of host<br />

towards the three young visitors, and, moreover, was quite sharp enough to appreciate<br />

the importance of being heir "in tail" to that fine property. He considered the present a<br />

favourable opportunity for putting "that fellow <strong>Fleetwood</strong>" in his place.<br />

"I say," he drawled, skating slowly towards Simon, who was rapidly and impatiently<br />

fastening the last strap of the last skate. "I say, <strong>Fleetwood</strong>, we don’t want you here, you<br />

know."<br />

Simon drew the little leather tongue firmly through before he looked up: there was a<br />

flash in his eyes, and his face was red, but he was quite calm.<br />

"Oh, don't you," he returned, "that’s a pity, because I'm coming."<br />

Humphrey propelled himself a yard or two nearer.<br />

"It's uncommon impertinent of you, <strong>Fleetwood</strong>. I and these other gentlemen wish to<br />

have the pond to ourselves."

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