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I'll lend money at usury that's what they do at all schools accordin' to the B.O.P. Penny a week on a shillin'. That'll startle Heffy's weak intellect. You can be Lucifer, Turkey." "What have I got to do?" McTurk also smiled. "Head conspiracies and cabals and boycotts. Go in for that 'stealthy intrigue' that Heffy is always talkin' about. Come on!"

And he lurched out with some hazy impression that he had sown good seed on poor ground. "Now what does he suppose is the use of that?" said Beetle. "Oh, he's cracked. King jaws him in Common-room about not keepin' us up to the mark, an' Macrea burbles about 'dithcipline, an' old Heffy sits between 'em sweatin' big drops. "What did Oke say?" demanded McTurk, throwing "Eric" into a corner.

Heffy lurchin' into the form-rooms like a frowzy old retriever, to see if we aren't up to something. You know he never leaves his house alone, these days," said McTurk. "Oh, it will be giddy!" "Why aren't you down watchin' cricket? I like a robust, healthy boy. You mustn't frowst in a form-room. Why don't you take an interest in your house? Yah!" quoted Beetle. "Yes, why don't we? Let's!

"Engaged in scientific pursuits, of course? I trust you will enjoy yourselves, my young friends." "You see!" said Stalky, when they were out of earshot. "He can't keep a secret. He's followin' to cut off our line of retreat. He'll wait at the baths till Heffy comes along. They've tried every blessed place except along the cliffs, and now they think they've bottled us. No need to hurry."

After prayers, on the road to the dormitories, Harrison and Craye, senior house-prefects, zealous in their office, waylaid them with great anger. "What have you been doing to Heffy this time, Beetle? He's been jawing us all the evening." "What has His Serene Transparency been vexin' you for?" said McTurk.

But there is a perceptible lack of reverence -a lower tone in matters that touch the honor of the house, a sort of hardness." Oh, Prout he is a nobleman, a nobleman, a nobleman! Our Heffy is a nobleman He does an awful lot, Because his popularity Oh, pop-u-pop-u-larity His giddy popularity Would suffer did he not!

"I asked Foxy if he had ever tasted the beer there. That was enough for Foxy, and it cheered him up a little. He and Heffy were sniffin' round our old hut so long I thought they'd like a change." "Well, it can't last forever," said Stalky. "Heffy's bankin' up like a thunder-cloud, an' King goes rubbin' his beastly hands, an' grinnin' like a hyena. It's shockin' demoralizin' for King.

He'll burst some day." That day came a little sooner than they expected came when the Sergeant, whose duty it was to collect defaulters, did not attend an afternoon call-over. "Tired of pubs, eh? He's gone up to the top of the bill with his binoculars to spot us," said Stalky. "Wonder he didn't think of that before. Did you see old Heffy cock his eye at us when we answered our names?

They waited till Colonel Dabney had returned to the house, and fell into one another's arms, crowing for breath. "Oh, my Soul! Oh, my King! Oh, my Heffy! Oh, my Foxy! Zeal, all zeal, Mr. Simple." Stalky wiped his eyes. "Oh! Oh I Oh! 'I did boil the exciseman! We must get out of this or we'll be late for tea." "Ge Ge get the badger and make little Hartopp happy.

Well, we can't use the hut any more. Hoofer will be watchin' it." "'Bother! Likewise blow!" said McTurk thoughtfully, unpacking the volumes with which his chest was cased. The boys carried their libraries between their belt and their collar. "Nice job! This means we're under suspicion for the rest of the term." "Why? All that Heffy has found is a hut. He and Foxy will watch it.