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Crandall says it's the bravest thing any livin' man can do, and I" his voice cracked "the Head don't know we know!" McTurk and Beetle, jumping from desk to desk, drove the news home among the junior forms. There was a pause, and then, Mason behind him, the Head entered. It was in the established order of things that no boy should speak or move under his eye. He expected the hush of awe.

Ho! ho! He just nipped through the hedge like a lusty old blackbird. Extra-special, five hundred lines, an' gated for a week all sereno!" "I've read o' somethin' like that in a book," said Beetle. "Gummy, what a chap! Just think of it!" "I'm thinking," said McTurk; and he delivered a wild Irish yell that made the team turn round. "Shut your fat mouth," said Stalky, dancing with impatience.

"If I knew anything about it, I swear I'd give you a moral lecture," said Stalky severely. "Don't jaw; they've surrendered," said McTurk. "This moral suasion biznai takes it out of a chap." "Don't you see how gentle we've been? We might have called Clewer in to look at you," said Stalky. "'The bleatin' of the tiger excites the kid. But we didn't.

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!"

"I've got no end of extra-tu as it is." "Well, call this extra-tu," said Ansell. "'Twon't take us long to mug up the drill." "Oh, that's right enough, but what about marchin' in public?" said Hogan, not foreseeing that three years later he should die in the Burmese sun-light outside Minhla Fort. "Afraid the uniform won't suit your creamy complexion?" McTurk asked with a villainous sneer.

"And that's all right," said he in a changed voice. "What the devil ?" Sefton began. Beetle's false tears had ceased; McTurk, smiling, was on his feet. Together they bound the knees and ankles of the enemy even more straitly. Stalky took the arm-chair and contemplated the scene with his blandest smile. A man trussed for cock-fighting is, perhaps, the most helpless thing in the world.

"Look here," McTurk began with cold venom, "we aren't goin' to row you about this business, because it's too bad for a row; but we want you to understand you're jolly well excommunicated, Stalky. You're a plain ass." "How was I to know that the Head 'ud collar us? What was he doin' in those ghastly clothes, too?" "Don't try to raise a side-issue," Beetle grunted severely.

"'Prosecuted with the utmost rigour of the law. G. M. Dabney, Col., J.P., an' all the rest of it. 'Don't seem to me that any chap in his senses would trespass here, does it?" "You've got to prove damage 'fore you can prosecute for anything! 'Can't prosecute for trespass," said McTurk, whose father held many acres in Ireland. "That's all rot!" "Glad of that, 'cause this looks like what we wanted.

Bring 'em to Number Five lavatory. I'm still in tights," hissed Stalky, sitting on his head. "Don't run. Walk." But Beetle staggered into the form-room next door, and delegated his duty to the yet unenlightened McTurk, with an hysterical precis of the campaign thus far. So it was McTurk, of the wooden visage, who brought the clothes from the dormitory while Beetle panted on a form.

They strolled up carelessly towards the honse-master a most meek couple. "How's this?" said King with a start of feigned surprise. "Methought you would be learning to fight for your country." "I think the company's full, sir," said McTurk. "It's a great pity," sighed Beetle. "Forty valiant defenders, have we, then? How noble! What devotion!