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Let me see," he continued, adjusting his gold-rimmed eyeglasses. "Burr major, Burr junior, humph! ought to be Burr minor, Natural History Mercer who loves poaching the General's rabbits, Dicksee, and Hodson." The Doctor looked severe, but not very, as he inspected us all.
"I'm going to get such a licking," he whispered. "No, no; do win!" I whispered back. "Can't. He's so soft you can't hurt him. He's just like a big football that you mustn't kick." "His head isn't soft," I whispered; "hit that." "Now then, ready!" cried Burr, and we faced round, to find Dicksee with his sleeves rolled up, and Burr patting him on the shoulder and giving him instructions.
For the bell began to ring, and I dashed down, to run out of the stable and across the yard, expecting that he would follow me, and running so blindly that I came right upon Dicksee, just leaving the stable door, and sent him down upon his hands and knees. "Hallo!" I shouted; "what were you doing there? listening?"
"Yes, sir, quite new fresh from Hastings," said the girl eagerly. And she produced a box full of brown, shiny-topped squares. "Was it some of this old Dicksee had yesterday?" said Mercer. "Yes, sir. I opened the fresh box for him, and he had four tuppenny bits." "Then we will not," said my companion sharply. "Let's have biscuits instead."
"Yes, sir," I said, and I glanced at my mother, whose face was now pale with fresh alarm. "Dicksee did see me find the watch there and hide it again." "Yes; go on." "Ever since Burr major had that watch, Mercer longed for it, and he was always talking about it, and wishing he had one." "Well, I couldn't help that, Frank," cried Mercer; "but of course I wouldn't have taken it."
"Here they are," greeted us in chorus, and we were literally taken into custody by about a dozen boys, who hurried us round to the back, where Burr major, Dicksee, Hodson, Stewart, and three more were waiting like so many conspirators.
"You mind your own business!" cried Mercer, tearing out some more leaves, and then throwing the book at the tale-teller just as the tall, thin boy, who bore the same name as I, came striding up with his face flushed and fists doubled, to plant three or four vigorous blows in Mercer's chest and back. "How dare you tear my book?" he cried. "Here, you, fat Dicksee, bring it here."
I had another look round, and then saw that Burr major, Hodson, and Dicksee had gone up to the house together, and directly after they disappeared, while I went on again, asking after Mercer, to find that every one nearly had seen him only a little while before, but they could not tell me where he was gone.
"Heaven bless you for this!" he cried, and Mr Hasnip forgot his dignity as a master, and, taking off his hat, joined us boys in a hearty, "Hip! hip! hip! hooray!" which seemed to give the finishing impetus to our treatment, for Dicksee opened his eyes wide, struggled up into a sitting position, stared about him for a few moments, and then cried, in a harsh, unpleasant tone, "Where's my clothes?"
"Pretend it's a snake. Can't you see?" "No." "There's Eely Burr and old Dicksee coming down the lane, and they'll want to come too. Hist! don't look. Lie down; p'r'aps they haven't seen us, and they'll go by." "But it's all stinging nettles," I said. "What of that? Here, this way; they won't sting if you go down hard."
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