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Stalky put his chin on his hands and regarded the victim with deep delight. "Ti-ra-la-la-i-tu! I gloat! Hear me!" said McTurk. "Foxy brought us tea when we were moral lepers. Foxy has a heart. Foxy has been in the Army, too." "I wish I'd ha' had you in my company, young gentlemen," said the Sergeant from the depths of his heart; "I'd ha' given you something."

"Say one an' fourpence, Muster Corkran... Of course, Sergeant, if it was any use to give my time, I'd be pleased to do it, but I'm too old. I'd like to see a drill again." "Oh, come on, Stalky," cried McTurk. "He isn't listenin' to you. Chuck over the money." "I want the quid changed, you ass. Keyte! Private Keyte! Corporal Keyte! Terroop-Sergeant-Major Keyte, will you give me change for a quid?"

"Now about my being a beast." "Pax oh, pax!" cried Sefton; "make it pax. I'll give up! Let me off! I'm broke! I can't stand it!" "Ugh! Just when we were gettin' our hand in!" grunted McTurk. "They didn't let Clewer off, I'll swear." "Confess apologize quick!" said Stalky. From the floor Sefton made unconditional surrender, more abjectly even than Campbell He would never touch any one again.

As they were grievously in arrears with a Latin prose, as it was a blazing July afternoon, and as they ought to have been at a house cricket-match, they began to renew their acquaintance, intimate and unholy, with the volumes. "Here we are!" said McTurk. "'Corporal punishment produced on Eric the worst effects.

"Oh, Turkey, kick him!" In the interests of science bounds were largely relaxed for the members of the Natural History Society. They could wander, if they kept clear of all houses, practically where they chose; Mr. Hartopp holding himself responsible for their good conduct. Beetle began to see this as McTurk began the kicking. "I'm an ass, Stalky!" he said, guarding the afflicted part.

With a mallet and a pair of tweezers, he knocked out mysterious wedges of wood that released the forme, picked a letter here and inserted a letter there, reading as he went along and stopping much to chuckle over his own contributions. "You won't show off like that," said McTurk, "when you've got to do it for your living. Upside down and backwards, isn't it? Let's see if I can read it."

War!" said McTurk, jerking his head toward the wall, where hung a small wooden West-African war-drum, a gift to McTurk from a naval uncle. "Then we shall be turned out of the study again," said Beetle, who loved his flesh-pots. "Mason turned us out for just warbling on it." Mason was the mathematical master who had testified in Common-room. "Warbling? O Lord!" said Abanazar.

"Look here, you stick to volunteerin', and don't jog the table." "He won't have anything to take hold of," said Stalky, with dark significance. They did not know what that meant till, a few days later, they proposed to watch the corps at drill. They found the gymnasium door locked and a fag on guard. "This is sweet cheek," said McTurk, stooping.

McTurk laughed into the nickel-plated shaving-cup, and settled Sefton's head between Stalky's vise-like knees. "Hold on a shake," said Beetle, "you can't shave long hairs. You've got to cut all that mustache short first, an' then scrape him." "Well, I'm not goin' to hunt about for scissors. Won't a match do? Chuck us the match-box. He is a hog, you know; we might as well singe him. Lie still!"

Good-night," said that amazing man. "Good-night, and thank you, sir." "I swear I'll pray for the Head to-night," said Beetle. "Those last two cuts were just flicks on my collar. There's a 'Monte Cristo' in that lower shelf. I saw it. Bags I, next time we go to Aves!" "Dearr man!" said McTurk. "No gating. No impots. No beastly questions. All settled.