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I've told him that I've lent money to Stalky, and no one else. I don't know whether he believes me, but that finishes my case. The rest is your business." "Now we find out," Stalky's voice rose, "that there is apparently an organized conspiracy throughout the house. For aught we know, the fags may be lendin' and borrowin' far beyond their means. We aren't responsible for it.
Adam shook his head. "No troops," he sighed. "I told my Chief about it, and he said we must wait till they chopped a white man. He advised me if ever I felt like it not to commit a a barren felo de se, but to let the Sheshaheli do it. Then he could report, and then we could mop 'em up!" "Most immoral! That's how we got " Stalky quoted the name of a province won by just such a sacrifice.
Don't they larn 'ee manners to College?" Tulke gasped and wheeled. Solemnly and conscientiously Mary kissed him twice, and the luckless prefect fled. She stepped into the shop, her eyes full of simple wonder. "Kissed 'un?" said Stalky, handing over the money. "Iss, fai! But, oh, my little body, he'm no Colleger. 'Zeemed tu-minded to cry, like." "Well, we won't.
"Mr. Duncan, he is the ninth. He come here when he was no bigger than little Grey tertius. My old regiment, too. Yiss, nine to us, Mr. Corkran, up to date." The boys went out into the wet, walking swiftly. "Wonder how it feels to be shot and all that," said Stalky, as they splashed down a lane. "Where did it happen, Beetle?" "Oh, out in India somewhere. We're always rowin' there.
"My Aunt!" said Campbell, appalled, from his corner, and turned white. "Put him away," said Stalky. "Bring on Campbell. Now this is bullyin'. Oh, I forgot! I say, Campbell, what did you bully Clewer for? Take out his gag and let him answer." "I I don't know. Oh, let me off! I swear I'll make it pax. Don't 'rock' me!" "'The bleatin' of the kid excites the tiger. He says he don't know.
Dropping that ha-ha like bullets, and rebounding like boys, they dashed to their study, in less than two minutes had changed into dry trousers and coat, and, ostentatiously slippered, joined the mob in the dining-hall, which resembled the storm-centre of a South American revolution. "'Hellish dark and smells of cheese." Stalky elbowed his way into the press, howling lustily for gas.
He would go softly all the days of his life. "We've got to take it, I suppose?" said Stalky. "All right, Sefton. You're broke? Very good. Shut up, Beetle! But before we let you up, you an' Campbell will kindly oblige us with 'Kitty of Coleraine' a' la Clewer." "That's not fair," said Campbell; "we've surrendered." "'Course you have. Now you're goin' to do what we tell you same as Clewer would.
"To make us quite comfy, Stalky took us up to the watch-tower to see poor Everett's body, lyin' in a foot o' drifted snow. It looked like a girl of fifteen not a hair on the little fellow's face. He'd been shot through the temple, but the Malo'ts had left their mark on him. Stalky unbuttoned the tunic, and showed it to us a rummy sickle-shaped cut on the chest.
"About that; but the embarrassin' part was that it was all so thunderin' convenient, so well reasoned, don't you know? Came in as pat as if he'd had access to all sorts of information which he couldn't, of course." "Pooh!" said Tertius, "I back Stalky against the Foreign Office any day."
But Stalky puffed out his cheeks and squinted down his nose in the style of Panurge, and all he said was, "Oh, you abject burblers!" "You're three beastly scabs!" was the instant retort of the democracy, and they went out amid execrations. "This is piffling," said McTurk. "Let's get our sallies, and go and shoot bunnies."
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