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If we had a fight with some other boys, Eely and Dicksee would know, and we should have no chance to fight them then. I know. Let you and I fall out and have a set to." I whistled, and put my hands in my pockets. "Wouldn't that do?" he said. "No, not at all. It wouldn't be real, and " "Hold your tongue. Here's Magglin."
I know he wants to drive over to Hastings with the girls. Sign, there's a good chap." "But you haven't signed." "No. I shall put my name last." "Yah! Can't catch old birds with chaff, Eely." "If you call me Eely again, I'll punch your head." "You sign first, and I'll put my name next." "Shan't! and if you don't put your name at once, I'll tear up the paper.
"Look!" he whispered; "there's Eely Burr and Fathead grinning at us. Wait a bit! They don't know what a horrible revenge we're going to have on them." "But if it's we," I said, "you ought to tell me what the revenge is going to be." "I'll tell you some time," he whispered. "Perhaps to-morrow, perhaps to-night. You wait!" "Oh, how I do hate being treated like that!"
I know old Squirmy sent you to ask because there, look at him he's all in a fiddle for fear the Doctor should punish him a great coward! for knocking smaller boys about." "Look here," whispered the ambassador, "don't you be quite so saucy." "Shall if I like. You go and tell old Eely, old slimy Snip, that I'm not like his chosen friend Dicksee, a miserable, tale-telling sneak.
Take all, keep all. My soul walks with me, form of forms. So in the moon's midwatches I pace the path above the rocks, in sable silvered, hearing Elsinore's tempting flood. The flood is following me. I can watch it flow past from here. Get back then by the Poolbeg road to the strand there. He climbed over the sedge and eely oarweeds and sat on a stool of rock, resting his ashplant in a grike.
Mercer was better than I, and Hodson better still; Burr major, from being so long, bony, and thin, was anything, as Mercer used to say, but eely in the water, puffing and working hard to keep himself afloat; while Dicksee, though naturally able to swim easily from his plumpness, was, I think, the greatest coward we had there.
What do you think of it?" "Think of it?" cried Mercer. "I think old Eely Burr had better mind what he's up to, or he'll find he has made a mistake." "Hah!" said Lomax, "don't you get too puffed up, my lad. You wait, for you don't know anything at all yet. That's just the thin end of the wedge, but still I think you've learned something. That's it," he continued, drawing off the gloves.
I said, feeling much relieved. "You'll have to lick him. Regular old bully. Your name's Frank, isn't it?" "Yes." "His name's Eliezer. We call him Eely, because he's such a lanky, thin, snaky chap. I say, his father's a tailor in Cork Street, he's got such lots of clothes in his box.
Just then Mercer, who had been round to the scorers, came back, and stood watching Burr major as he marched off. "Oh, I say," he said, "don't you wish you were in it, Frank?" "Yes," I said, with a sigh. Then "How's the game now?" "We're a hundred behind 'em, and our fellows can't stand their bowling. If Eely and Hodson don't make a big stand, we shall have a horrid licking. Better?"
"It scared the men too. They saw it." "What, the same thing that you fired at?" "Ah, that I don't know. That was a great long eely thing; but Joe Cross here says this was more like a great turtle, with flippers and a long neck, and a head like a snake."
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