Archie showed him how to bend from the knees instead of the waist. âYeâre tall and thin, see? and this way you wainât snap yer backbone. Yer wouldnât be any good at fuckinâ then, if yer did that, would yer?â
Not that the labour was hard to get used to, Herbert mused, maybe due to the game and cadet scramblings on the obstacle course at school. Everything was so new that whenever he looked at the clock another hour had gone by.
In the evening he sat in his room and popped blisters with a needle heated over a match flame, dousing them in TCP, then picking brass splinters out with tweezers before they could fester. Archie was his mentor, with no asking, sharp eyes for his problems and always volunteering a remedy. âIf you donât tek care oâ yer âands theyâll get to look like tree stumps, and the women donât like that. As long as theyâre nice and clean theyâll let you get at their knickers.â
He was clocking out when Walter Price, a toolsetter of about forty who had been lame from birth, asked if he played darts. He remembered Isaacâs advice to fall in with everything. âNow and then.â
âItâs like this, yer see, we need a new chap on the team, because that bleddy fool Jack Blundell cum off âis motorbike and broke âis arm last week. Can yer cum to the Plough tonight, after yer tea?â
He had scorned the dart board in the games room at school, as something to amuse the tiddlers who were miserable at being away from mummy and daddy. Now he wished he hadnât, though he recalled some of the jargon. âIâm a bit rusty. Down from three-o-one, though, inât it?â
Walter smiled like a man who only did so to hide his pain. âThatâs the ticket. Weâll show yer. Itâs the enthusiasm of youth we want on the team.â
Herbertâs uncertainty was overcome by assuming that if these men could do it, so could he. At his probationary session, he tried for the bull, and though the first half-dozen went all over the board at least none gouged a hole in the blue plastered wall.
âDonât âurry, lad. Just chuck âem about a bit to get yer âand in.â But after a few more scatterings Walter lost patience. âIâll coach yer. Now, just watch me.â The disability of having one leg shorter than the other had made Walter a better player than most. âI want a treble, donât I? A seven? Now donât tek yer eyes off me.â Lopsided he got one. âNow a double six, then a bull â inner and outer. Yâer not lookinâ! Look at me!â He got those as well. âNow yoâ ev a go, me owd duck.â
Herbert applied the rules of the firing range, while taking in what he could of Walterâs expertise. Legs apart and firm on the ground, arm straight and fingers holding the dart as if an extension of both, he aligned his eye along the length. Taking time, he let go, and got an outer bull. When the next dart hit a treble Walter set a pint on the table. âSup that. Yâer doinâ well, for a beginner. I onây âope it ainât starterâs luck.â
He doused his chagrin, but smiled agreement with irony he hoped, at each comment. âHeâs got a cool âead, thatâs the main thing,â Walter said to the others.
Herbertâs long drink of beer put a fur lining in his throat. Use all the time you need, just like theyâre doing. Imitate, he told himself. Act. Mimic. Away from work, they knew how to go easy, from long experience. On the next run he tried for a double and a treble, and got them with two darts, though the third was nowhere.
âItâs a matter oâ patience, from now on,â Walter said.
âHeâll do, though,â came a voice from the back.
Better to try the accent while wiping beer froth from his lips. âMekinâ progress, am I?â The thud of steel
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