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Arrah, Patsy, mind the child!" It was a maiden aunt of Stalky who sent him both books, with the inscription, "To dearest Artie, on his sixteenth birthday;" it was McTurk who ordered their hypothecation; and it was Beetle, returned from Bideford, who flung them on the window-sill of Number Five study with news that Bastable would advance but ninepence on the two; "Eric; or, Little by Little," being almost as great a drug as "St.
Oh, Lord, I wish I could stop laughin'," said Beetle. "Stinks! Hi, stinks! Clammy ones!" McTurk gasped as he regained his place. "And" the exquisite humor of it brought them sliding down together in a tangle "it's all for the honor of the house, too!" "An' they're holdin' another meeting on us," Stalky panted, his knees in the ditch and his face in the long grass.
McTurk examined the little door. "If we'd only known before!" "I vote we go down and explore. No one will come up this time o' day. We needn't keep cave'." They crawled in, Stalky leading, drew the door behind them, and on all fours embarked on a dark and dirty road full of plaster, odd shavings, and all the raffle that builders leave in the waste room of a house.
We've only got to tell a few chaps in Coll. about this and you'd be hooted all over the shop. Your life wouldn't be worth havin'. But we aren't goin' to do that, either. We're strictly moral suasers, Campbell; so, unless you or Seffy split about this, no one will." "I swear you're a brick," said Campbell. "I suppose I was rather a brute to Clewer." "It looked like it," said Stalky.
'Wonder what they're doin' inside?" "Makin' a treaty with Foxy. Didn't you hear Stalky say: 'That's what we'll do an' if he don't like it he can lump it'? They'll use Foxy for a cram. Can't you see, you idiot? They're goin' up for Sandhurst or the Shop in less than a year. They'll learn their drill an' then they'll drop it like a shot.
"Hang it, man, I shoved her the full length of my arm and Beetle's brolly. That must be about six feet. She's bung in the middle of King's big upper ten-bedder. Eligible central situation, I call it. She'll stink out his chaps, and Hartopp's and Macrea's, when she really begins to fume. I swear your Uncle Stalky is a great man. Do you realize what a great man he is, Beetle?"
We ain't discussing principles! We've got to save the court of inquiry if we can, said Stalky. Five minutes later at 7.45 to be precise we four sat down to such a dinner as, I hold, only The Infant's cook can produce, with wines worthy of pontifical banquets. A man in the extremity of rage and injured dignity is precisely like a typhoid patient.
Another buckshot tore through the rotten canvas tilt with a vicious zipp. "Habet!" murmured Stalky, as Rabbits-Eggs swore into the patient night, protesting that he saw the "dommed colleger" who was assaulting him.
He himself pointed out to Vernon that he had attacked a sub-prefect for no reason whatever, and, therefore, deserved official punishment. 'I can't think what was the matter with me to-day, he mourned. 'Ever since that blasted mouse-business 'Well, then, don't think, said Stalky. 'Or do you want Paddy to make a row about it before all the school?
The Head began with Stalky, McTurk, and Beetle. He dealt faithfully by them. "And here's your journey-money. Good-by, and pleasant holidays." "Good-by. Thank you, sir. Good-by." They shook hands. "Desire don't outrun performance much this mornin'. We got the cream of it," said Stalky. "Now wait till a few chaps come out, and we'll really cheer him."
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