As time went on and the memory of Papa and Mamma became wholly overlaid by the unpleasant task of writing them letters under Aunty Rosa's eye, each Sunday, Black Sheep forgot what manner of life he had led in the beginning of things. Even Judy's appeals to "try and remember about Bombay" failed to quicken him.
"I can't remember," he said. "I know I used to give orders and Mamma kissed me."
"Aunty Rosa will kiss you if you are good," pleaded Judy.
"Ugh! I don't want to be kissed by Aunty Rosa. She'd say I was doing it to get something more to eat."
The weeks lengthened into months, and the holidays came; but just before the holidays Black Sheep fell into deadly sin.
Among the many boys whom Harry had incited to "punch Black Sheep's head because he dare n't hit back," was one more aggravating than the rest, who, in an unlucky moment, fell upon Black Sheep when Harry was not near. The blows stung, and Black Sheep struck back at random with all the power at his command. The boy dropped and whimpered. Black Sheep was astounded at his own act, but, feeling the unresisting body under him, shook it with both his hands in blind fury and then began to throttle his enemy; meaning honestly to slay him. There was a scuffle, and Black Sheep was torn off the body by Harry and some colleagues, and cuffed home tingling but exultant. Aunty Rosa was out; pending her arrival Harry set himself to lecture Black Sheep on the sin of murder--which he described as the offence of Cain.
"Why did n't you fight him fair? What did you hit him when he was down for, you little cur?"
Black Sheep looked up at Harry's throat and then at a knife on the dinner-table.
"I don't understand," he said wearily. "You always set him on me and told me I was a coward when I blubbed. Will you leave me alone until Aunty Rosa comes in? She'll beat me if you tell her I ought to be beaten; so it's all right."
"It's all wrong," said Harry magisterially. "You nearly killed him, and I should n't wonder if he dies."
"I daresay," said Harry, "and then you'll be hanged."
"All right," said Black Sheep, possessing himself of the table-knife. "Then I'll kill you now. You say things and do things and--and I don't know how things happen, and you never leave me alone--and I don't care what happens!"
