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What's the fun of it?" said McTurk. "It will go on to the end of the term, though," Beetle wagged his head sorrowfully. He had worn many jests threadbare on his own account. In a few days it became an established legend of the school that Prout's house did not wash and were therefore noisome. Mr.

King and Prout they 'ad their dressin'-down same as me. That's one comfort." "Now, we must pull up," said Stalky, rising from the bed on which he had thrown himself. "We're injured innocence as usual. We don't know what we've been sent up here for, do we?" "No explanation. Deprived of tea. Public disgrace before the house," said McTurk, whose eyes were running over. "It's dam' serious."

When a little chap is whimpering in a corner and wears his clothes like rags, and never does any work, and is notoriously the dirtiest little 'corridor-caution' in the Coll., something's wrong somewhere." "That's Clewer," said McTurk under his breath. "Yes, Clewer. He comes to me for his French. It's his first term, and he's almost as complete a wreck as you were, Beetle.

"I went out in the same trooper with him as raw as he was. Only I showed it, and Stalky didn't." "What was the trouble?" said McTurk, reaching forward absently to twitch my dress-tie into position. "Oh, nothing. His colonel trusted him to take twenty Tommies out to wash, or groom camels, or something at the back of Suakin, and Stalky got embroiled with Fuzzies five miles in the interior.

They went and shouted in our ear," said Stalky. "My own private impression is that all three of you will infallibly be hanged," said the Reverend John. "Why, we didn't do anything," McTurk replied. "It was all Mr. Prout. Did you ever read a book about Japanese wrestlers? My uncle -he's in the Navy gave me a beauty once." "Don't try to change the subject, Turkey." "I'm not, sir.

"Don't be rude, Campbell, de-ah," said McTurk, "or you'll catch it again!" "You are devils, you know," said Campbell. "What? for a little bullyin' same as you've been givin' Clewer! How long have you been jestin' with him?" said Stalky. "All this term?" "We didn't always knock him about, though!"

His point of view was that of the loving and considerate parent. In Cahill's mind there was no moral question involved. If to make his girl rich and a lady, and to lift her out of the life of the Exchange, was a sin the sin was his own and he was willing to "stand for it." And, like McTurk, he would see that the sin of the father was not visited upon the child.

"Ye'll tak' charge here the noo, laddie?" asked McTurk, the grizzled chief trader, the following day when MacNair had concluded the inspection of his father's papers. "'Twad be what he'd ha' counselled!" "No," answered the young man shortly, and, without a word as to the finding of the lost mine, hurried Old Elk and Wee Johnnie Tamarack into a canoe and headed southward.

"Do you know that that was just as bad as murder?" he said, in a grating voice, as he brushed prickles from his head. "Well, he didn't hit us," said Stalky. "I think it was rather a lark. Here, where are you going?" "I'm going up to the house, if there is one," said McTurk, pushing through the hollies. "I am going to tell this Colonel Dabney." "Are you crazy?

"He does nothing of the kind. I went into their study the other night, unofficially, and McTurk was gluing up the back of four odd numbers of 'Fors Clavigera." "I don't know anything about their private lives," said a mathematical master hotly, "but I've learned by bitter experience that Number Five study are best left alone. They are utterly soulless young devils."