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Arrived at the punt-house, Gus peeped in through the slightly open door, and discovered no less important personages than Runjit Mehtah and "Burnt Lamb." The two dervishes were lolling luxuriantly on the punt cushions, each smoking a fine fat cigar, and the combined efforts of the two gave quite an Oriental air of magnificence to the ramshackle boat-house. "Hallo!" said Gus.
"Oh yes," said Mehtah, "we're going to sit on your house this afternoon, Todd." At this most interesting point of the conversation the door of the punt-house was violently slammed to, and Gus was propelled forward clean into the punt and received hurriedly into the unexpectant arms of Burnt Lamb.
Singh Ram and Mehtah thereupon each received a polite note, and "could they call about seven in Acton's study?" They came, and Acton talked to them briefly but to the point. When they sought their quarters again they were beaming, and "Singed" Ram carried a fat book of German physical exercises under his arm.
"No thanks. Is this punt-house your usual lounge?" "Sometimes," said Mehtah. "We can't do without our smoke, and we can't do it, you know, at the school." "No, that you jolly well can't, my dusky Othello. But aren't you two booked for the Houser's this afternoon? I thought you were the backbone of Biffen's." "The match is not for an hour yet," said Lamb.
Wilson and I will go up to Acton, and see what he'll do for us, and then we'll rough out a swagger programme." The two worthies, Grim and Wilson, after seeing Acton, began to get out their programme. Here it is: Cock House, December, 1898. Epilogue. Poem on the subject of Cock House. Bar Act. First Round Junior Boxing Competition. PRINCE RUNJIT MEHTAH and RAM SINGH. SONG. "My First Cigar."
So Grim and Rogers had the honour of representing their house, since the dervishes did not turn up. Rogers, when he shut the door on Todd, did not guess that he had shut up Biffen's crack bats too. That Biffen's lost the match, and made no sort of show against Cotton's bowling, may also, perhaps, be attributed to the inadvertent imprisonment of Mehtah and "Lamb."
They are inseparable, play back together at "footer," and are variously called Gemini, Damon and Pythias, David and Jonathan, as the case may be. Biffen's are still cock-house at "footer;" Acton is going in again for the "heavy" this time without the Coon's help and those "niggers," Singh Ram and Runjit Mehtah, to Worcester's intense disgust, are the representatives of St.
"What the deuce are you doing?" The cigars nearly fell from the mouth of each of the smokers as Gus appeared on the scene, but when the smokers made out Todd's face through the haze, Mehtah said, with much relief "Oh, talking." "That isn't quite a true bill," said Gus. "Your Flora Fina de Cabbagios keep the fish from biting." "Have one," said Burnt Lamb, hospitably offering Todd a cigar.
You may remember that Acton had taken under his patronage those dark-skinned dervishes, Singh Ram and Runjit Mehtah. They were unquestionably the best pair of fellows in the school in strictly gymnastic work; and when summer came they showed that they would, sooner or later, do something startling with the bat. The Biffenite captain, Dick Worcester, did not altogether relish their proficiency.
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