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"And if you did, you'd go right back to the school and tell young Magglin, and he'd be setting night lines by the score all over the pond." "No; honour! We'll never say a word to him!" we cried. "Then you'll tell all your schoolmates, and that big long hop-pole chap, what's his name?" "Burr major," said Mercer eagerly. "And that big fat-faced boy?" "Dicksee?"

"Hullo, young gents!" he cried. "You were just too late to see the fun." "Saw some of it, Bob," I said. "But who was it?" "Didn't you see, sir?" "I did," cried Mercer. "It was old Magglin." "Yes, and I'll Magglin him!" cried Bob wrathfully. "What's he been doing?" I said. "Poaching?" "Eh?

You shall have a day." "Good-bye, Polly," I said, shaking hands. "You've quite cured my head." "I am so glad, sir!" she cried; and I went back to the school, Bob seeing me part of the way, and saying to me confidentially as we walked, "You see me leathering that poaching vagabond Magglin, sir. It's like this. The reason for it was No, sir. Good-night.

"Not my wood, it's master's." "Well, he wouldn't mind." "And I've got young fezzans in coops all about the place." "Well, we don't want the pheasants." "I should think not, indeed; and just you look here: I see you've got that chap Magglin up at work in your garden again; you just tell him from me that if ever I see him in our woods, I'll give him a peppering with small shot."

I whispered, but the man held up his hand, drew his knees under him, and crouched in an attitude that was almost doglike in its animal aspect. Then there was a rushing noise just above us, and Magglin scrambled forward and dashed his hands down upon a rabbit which came bounding out of a hole and rolled down the slope, tangled in the net.

"Ah, that I do!" he cried; "and I never felt so before." "That's through being locked up like in prison," I said philosophically. "Yes, it's horrid. I say, the old Doctor won't expel us, will he?" "I hope not," I said. "But he will old Magglin. You see if he don't." "Well, I'm not sorry for him," I said; "he has behaved like a sneak." "Yes; trying to put it all on to us."

"Course I will, sir." "I don't like to take it myself, because one of the fellows might see me, and they'd want to know what I'd got." "All right, sir, I'll take it; and am I to put it in the box?" "No. I forgot. It would eat the skins and things." "That he would and no mistake," said Magglin, grinning hugely. "Shall I leave him in the can?

He was so quick of hearing that he could detect a footstep some distance off, but this time he turned round sharply when I exclaimed, "Hallo, Magglin!" "Eh I Oh, how de do, sir?" "Better than you do," I said sharply. "What have you been doing to your face?" "Face? Oh, rubbing it a bit, sir, that's all. Good as washing." "Dock leaves," I said. "What, have you stung yourself?"

"You stop yourself," cried Magglin. "You've got them as belongs to the ferret and was rabbiting. Good-night." "Will you stop, or am I to shoot?" cried Hopley.

"Well, I've done with him this time. Look: there he is." For about fifty yards away there was Magglin, long-haired and dirty-looking, seated on the bank, with his elbows on his knees and his face buried in his hands.

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