him over!' Between match and razor this, too, was removed. 'Give him his shaving-glass. Take the gag out. I want to hear what he'll say.'
But there were no words. Sefton gazed at the lop-sided wreck in horror and despair. Two fat tears rolled down his cheek.
'Oh, I forgot! I say, Sefton, what did you bully Clewer for?'
'Leave me alone! Oh, you infernal bullies, leave me alone! Haven't I had enough!'
'He says we must leave him alone,' said M'Turk.
'He says we are bullies, an' we haven't even begun yet,' said Beetle. 'You're ungrateful, Seffy. Golly! You do look an atrocity and a half!'
'He says he has had enough,' said Stalky. 'He errs!'
'Well, to work, to work!' chanted M'Turk, waving a stump. 'Come on, my giddy Narcissus. Don't fall in love with your own reflection!'
'Oh, let him off,' said Campbell from his corner; 'he's blubbing, too.'
Sefton cried like a twelve-year-old with pain, shame, wounded vanity, and utter helplessness.
'You'll make it pax, Sefton, won't you? You can't stand up to those young devils'
'Don't be rude, Campbell, de-ah,' said M'Turk, 'or you'll catch it again!'
'You are devils, you know,' said Campbell.
'What? for a little bullyin'—same as you've been givin' Clewer! How long have you been jestin' with him?' said Stalky. 'All this term?'
'We didn't always knock him about, though!'
