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Rutton Singh said that Koran Sahib jolly well knew every Pathan was a born deserter, and every Sikh was a gentleman, even if he couldn't crawl on his belly. Stalky struck in with some woman's proverb or other, that had the effect of doublin' both men up with a grin.
My own house-prefects and boys do not willingly complain of each other besought me to get rid of them. You say you have their confidence, Gillett: they may tell you another tale. As far as I am concerned, they may go to the devil in their own way. I'm sick and tired of them," said Prout bitterly. "Come in, Padre, come in," said Stalky, thrusting forward the best chair.
Then the three buried themselves in Number Five lavatory, turned on all the taps, filled the place with steam, and dropped weeping into the baths, where they pieced out the war. "Moi! Je! Ich! Ego!" gasped Stalky. "I waited till I couldn't hear myself think, while you played the drum! Hid in the coal-locker and tweaked Rabbits-Eggs and Rabbits-Eggs rocked King. Wasn't it beautiful?
"Besides, we're leavin' at the end o' the term, so it makes no difference to us." "'Member what the Considerate Bloomer did to Spraggon's account of the Puffin'ton Hounds? We must sugar Mr. King's milk for him," said Stalky, all lighted from within by a devilish joy. "Let's see what Beetle can do with those forceps he's so proud of."
"Oh, he's gone down to prayers," said Beetle, watching the shadow of the house-master on the wall. "Rabbits-Eggs was only a bit drunk, swearin' at his horse, and King jawed him through the window, and then, of course, he rocked King." "Do you mean to say," said Stalky, "that King began it?" King was behind them, and every well-weighed word went up the staircase like an arrow.
"There's great virtue in that 'we," said little Hartopp. "You know I take them for trig. McTurk may have some conception of the meaning of it; but Beetle is as the brutes that perish about sines and cosines. He copies serenely from Stalky, who positively rejoices in mathematics." "Why don't you stop it?" said Prout. "It rights itself at the exams.
Oh, you're killing us, Stalky!" cried Campbell. "Pre-cisely what Clewer said to you. I heard him. Now we're goin' to show you what real bullyin' is. 'What I don't like about you, Sefton, is, you come to the Coll. with your stick-up collars an' patent-leather boots, an' you think you can teach us something about bullying. Do you think you can teach us anything about bullying?
I'll tickle 'em. Here's a giddy jest! Come on, Campbell. Let's cook 'em." Then McTurk turned on Stalky and called him very evil names. "You said you were goin' to cock-fight too, Stalky. Come on!" "More ass you for believin' me, then!" shrieked Stalky. "Have you chaps had a row?" said Campbell. "Row?" said Stalky. "Huh! I'm only educatin' them. D'you know anythin' about cock-fighting, Seffy?"
'And did they photograph you in the sack? 'Good Heavens, no! Mr. Wontner shuddered. 'That's lucky. Awful thing to live down a photograph, isn't it? said Stalky to me as we reached the landing. 'I'm thinking of the newspapers, of course. 'Oh, but you can easily have sketches in the illustrated papers from accounts supplied by eye-witnesses, I said. Mr. Wontner turned him round.
It can't be sunstroke, this term, and he hasn't been over-training for anything. He opened Winton's collar, packed a cushion under his head, threw a rug over him and sat down to listen to the regular breathing. Before long Stalky arrived, on pretence of borrowing a book. He looked at the window-seat. ''Noticed anything wrong with Winton lately? said Mullins.
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