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They're holding a pow-wow between the Khye-Kheens and the Malo'ts at the head of the gorge. I don't think these so-called coalitions are much good. "Do you know what that maniac had done? Tertius and I shook it out of him by instalments. There was an underground granary cellar-room below the watch-tower, and in blasting the road Stalky had blown a hole into one side of it.
The moment Stalky saw our game he duplicated it his side the gorge; and, by Jove! the Khye-Kheens did just the same thing." "Yes, but," said Tertius, "you've forgot him playin' 'Arrah, Patsy, mind the baby' on the bugle to hurry us up." "Did he?" roared McTurk. Somehow we all began to sing it, and there was an interruption. "Rather," said Tertius, when we were quiet.
And some of the Anemones did as she told them. But others still stretched their heads into the air, and grew so ugly and stalky that it was horrid to see them. "Fie for shame!" they cried to the Beech Leaves. "It is you who are killing us," But the Beech shook his long boughs and let his brown husks drop down to the ground, "Wait till the autumn, you little simpletons," he said, laughing.
They could hear young jackdaws squawking on the ledges, the hiss and jabber of a nest of hawks somewhere out of sight; and, with great deliberation, Stalky spat on to the back of a young rabbit sunning himself far down where only a cliff-rabbit could have found foot-hold.
"My ordcrs are, not to talk except to explain my orders they'll lick me if I do." McTurk looked at Beetle. The two shook their heads and turned away. "I swear Stalky is a great man," said Beetle after a long pause. "One consolation is that this sort of secret-society biznai will drive King wild." It troubled many more than King, but the members of the corps were muter than oysters.
Me he snubbed throughout, after the Oxford manner, because I had seen him in the sack, and he did not intend me to presume; but to Stalky and The Infant, while I admired the set of my dinner-jacket across his shoulders, he made his plans of revenge very clear indeed.
Stalky's sensitive nose was rubbed along the floor; Beetle received a jolt in the wind that sent him whistling and crowing against the wall; Perowne's forehead was cut, and Malpass came out with an eye that explained itself like a dying rainbow through a whole week. 'Mad! Quite mad! said Stalky, and for the third time wriggled back to Winton's throat.
Stalky, still on his heels, whirled like a dancing dervish to the dining-hall. "Ti-ra-la-la-i-tu! I gloat! Hear me!" Beetle spun behind him with outstretched arms. "Ti-ra-la-la-i-tu! I gloat! Hear me!" McTurk's voice cracked. Now was there or was there not a distinct flavor of beer as they shot past Mr. Prout?
But he had heard McTurk openly deride cricket even house-matches; Beetle's views on the honor of the house he knew were incendiary; and he could never tell when the soft and smiling Stalky was laughing at him. Consequently since human nature is what it is those boys had been doing wrong somewhere. He hoped it was nothing very serious, but... "Ti-ra-ra-la-i-tu! I gloat! Hear me!"
They were rather homesick, but they cheered up when they recognized some of my chaps, who had been in the Khye-Kheen row, and they made a rippin' good lot. It's rather more than three hundred miles from Fort Everett to where I picked 'em up. Now, Pussy, tell 'em the latter end o' Stalky as you saw it." Abanazar laughed a little nervous, misleading, official laugh. "Oh, it wasn't much.
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