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As a last-lap spurt, he had, in the last week or so, desperately stuffed himself with cunning tips leading twistingly to nowhere. Never had any one faced a serious examination with such a rag-bag of tips as Todd, and the examination had found him out with a vengeance. As he slunk along to his quarters, Corker's words were buzzing in his ears unendingly.
Herodotus, as translated by Jim with the help of a well-thumbed Bohn's crib, had emerged as a most unalluring mess of pottage, and Dr. Moore had picked out Bohn's plums from Jim's paste with unerring accuracy. Whilst Cotton was wishing the roof would fall down on Corker's head and kill him, the other fellows in the Fifth were enjoying the fun.
Let us have the reason for this," said Dick, earnestly. "Sorry, Worcester, I can't." "Good night, then." "Good night." The rage and consternation of the Biffenites when they found that Bourne was immovable in his decision can be imagined. Some were inclined to take the matter up to Corker's throne, but they were a miserable minority.
Young Bourne will think twice about borrowing, and, perhaps, if he could keep me out of it, would stand your racket, or Corker's either. So drive him lightly." "You'll see him on the borrowing tack to-morrow, Mr. Acting." "And the rest is my business." "Where do I come in?" "You can cleave to the seven guineas if you earn 'em." "Seven pounds ten, Mr. Acting." "Seven pound seven, Mr. Raffles.
"I'll punch your head, Grim; you said you remembered it." "All serene, old man, never mind the cackle." "What about our concert?" asked Brown. "It's going to be great. Does any one happen to have a programme of that awful performance of Corker's house last year?" "Rather!" said half a dozen of Biffen's ornaments. "Did you think we'd burn a curiosity like that?"
He says we shall be rattled into town within the hour. So if we aren't in time to spot Raffles we are down on our luck with a vengeance. Your room is on the ground floor, isn't it?" "Yes," said Jack, "overlooking Corker's flowerbeds." "Well, pull up the window after supper as quietly as you can, and slip into the garden.
Then scoot through the field, and you'll find me waiting for you in the hotel stables. You can pass the word to your chums in Corker's that you aren't going to be on show after supper, and then they won't be routing you out." "My chums are mostly in Biffen's," said Jack. "Grim and Rogers, etc." "Good omen," said Acton.
Fact is, Dick, I feel a bit bored by the patronage of Taylor's and Merishall's, and Sharpe's and Corker's, and all the rest of the houses." "Oh! Biffen's laid himself out for that, you must see." "I don't fancy Bourne's sneers and Hodgson's high stilts." "Haven't noticed either," said Dick. "H'm!" said Acton, rather nettled by Dick's dry tone. "I have. As for the niggers "
Amory's clock could be heard striking the half hour after one when Jack and Acton parted at the corner of Corker's garden. "Jack," said Acton, "good night! and you need not trouble about the £7. You've done more for me than that, and I shall not forget it." Jack, almost weeping with gratitude, said, "Good night, Acton!" in a fervent whisper, and scuttled over Corker's flower-beds.
Do you remember when old Corker was savaging me before all the school!" The ghost of a smile flitted over Cotton's lips as he said "Rather!" "The entire school, from the meanest fag up to Carr, was laughing at me, and, by Jove! Jim, your laugh was the loudest and longest." "It was your tips I was thinking of, and Corker's frothing through your list of names," said Cotton, apologetically.
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