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Updated: June 5, 2025
"It's awfully bad form of a chap who's a prefect chumming up with a fellow like Mouler in the Upper Fourth," said Carton one afternoon. "I wonder old 'Thirsty' isn't ashamed to do it. And now he's hand and glove with those chaps Hawley and Gull in the Fifth; they've both got heaps of money, but they're frightful cads."
On the second Saturday morning of the term Noaks and Mouler were lounging across this open space, when Oaks, the prefect, emerged from the pavilion, carrying in his hand a pot of paint he had been mixing for the goal-posts, which were just being put up. On reaching the paling he suddenly ejaculated, "Bother!
Mouler told me about it, or I shouldn't have come. Some one had taken it away before I went to look." "Perhaps it was Gull," answered Thurston. "Where is he?" "He's got some turned work to do," answered Hawley. "Mouler's outside keeping cave" added Noaks. "We thought it would be well for some one to keep a look-out in case anybody came."
The paint had been mixed in an old fruit-tin, and at first sight it certainly seemed to have been put on the post for the sole purpose of being knocked off again. "Hullo, you new kid!" exclaimed Mouler. "Look here, we want a chap for the third eleven next season a fellow who can throw straight. Come along, and let's see if you can hit that old can."
No one mourned his loss; even Mouler would not own to having been his friend; and everybody who expressed any opinion on the subject spoke of his departure as being decidedly a good riddance. The Triple Alliance, however, had cause to feel uneasy when they heard of this latest escapade of their ancient enemy. "He's got my knife with him," said Mugford; "he may go any day and try for that reward."
He severed his connection with the debating society, and shunning the society of his comrades in the Sixth, was seen more frequently than ever hobnobbing with Gull and Hawley, or lounging about in conversation with Noaks and Mouler. Fletcher senior, a mean, double-faced fellow, continued, as the saying goes, "to run with the hare and hunt with the hounds."
Like most fellows of his kind, Noaks was a regular toady, ready to do anything in return for the privilege of being able to rub shoulders occasionally with some one in a higher position than himself, and he eagerly seized the opportunity which his friendship with Mouler afforded him of becoming intimate with Thurston.
The former became more lax than ever in the discharge of his duties, and avoiding the society of his school equals, sought the companionship of such boys as Hawley, Gull, and Mouler, who at length came to be known throughout the College as "Thirsty's Lot." With the exception of Fletcher, the prefects left him severely alone.
Look here: you were the one who proposed going into the Black Swan this morning, and when young Mouler said Allingford was coming, you slipped out of the back door and left us to face the shindy." "Well," returned the other, laughing, "I thought you chaps were going to bolt too.
I've forgotten the brush;" and resting the can on the top of the little gate-post, hurried back up the short flight of steps, and disappeared through the open door. "I say, there's a good cock-shy," said Noaks, nodding his head in the direction of the paint. "Umph! shouldn't like to try," answered Mouler. "Why not?" "Because Oaks would jolly well punch both our heads."
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