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"Do I know? Why, at Maclagan's, where I was crammin' in town, we used to cock-fight in his drawing-room, and little Maclagan daren't say anything. But we were just the same as men there, of course. Do I know? I'll show you." "Can't I get up?" moaned Beetle, as Stalky sat on his shoulder. "Don't jaw, you fat piffler. You're going to fight Seffy." "He'll slay me!"

I say, Sefton, what did you bully Clewer for?" "Leave me alone! Oh, you infernal bullies, leave me alone! Haven't I had enough?" "He says we must leave him alone," said McTurk. "He says we are bullies, an' we haven't even begun yet," said Beetle. "You're ungrateful, Seffy. Golly! You do look an atrocity and a half!" "He says he has had enough," said Stalky. "He errs!"

We've only got to tell a few chaps in Coll. about this and you'd be hooted all over the shop. Your life wouldn't be worth havin'. But we aren't goin' to do that, either. We're strictly moral suasers, Campbell; so, unless you or Seffy split about this, no one will." "I swear you're a brick," said Campbell. "I suppose I was rather a brute to Clewer." "It looked like it," said Stalky.

Golly, what wrists you have, Seffy. They're too thick for a wipe; got a box-rope?" said he. "Lots in the corner," Sefton replied. "Hurry up! Stop blubbin', you brute, Beetle. We're goin' to have a giddy campaign. Losers have to sing for the winners sing odes in honor of the conqueror. You call yourself a beastly poet, don't you, Beetle? I'll poet you."

Put him in the corner. No more japes for Campbell. Now, Sefton!" "You devils! You young devils!" This and much more as Sefton was punted across the carpet by skilful knees. "'The bleatin' of the kid excites the tiger. We're goin' to make you beautiful. Turkey, make the lather. We're goin' to shave you, Seffy, so you'd better lie jolly still, or you'll get cut. I've never shaved any one before."

"Blind, am I," said Beetle, "and a beast? Shut up, Stalky. I'm goin' to jape a bit with our friend, a' la 'Molly' Fairburn. I think I can see. Can't I see, Sefton?" "The point is well taken," said McTurk, watching the strap at work. "You'd better say that he sees, Seffy." "You do you can! I swear you do!" yelled Sefton, for strong arguments were coercing him. "Aren't my eyes lovely?"

If you hadn't surrendered you'd ha' been really bullied. Havin' surrendered do you follow, Seffy? you sing odes in honor of the conquerors. Hurry up!" They dropped into chairs luxuriously. Campbell and Sefton looked at each other, and, neither taking comfort from that view, struck up "Kitty of Coleraine." "Vile bad," said Stalky, as the miserable wailing ended.

I'll tickle 'em. Here's a giddy jest! Come on, Campbell. Let's cook 'em." Then McTurk turned on Stalky and called him very evil names. "You said you were goin' to cock-fight too, Stalky. Come on!" "More ass you for believin' me, then!" shrieked Stalky. "Have you chaps had a row?" said Campbell. "Row?" said Stalky. "Huh! I'm only educatin' them. D'you know anythin' about cock-fighting, Seffy?"