Stalky shook his head. He meant to escort the half-shaved one to that meal.
M'Turk yawned in his chair and Beetle mopped his face. They were all dripping with excitement and exertion.
'If I knew anything about it, I swear I'd give you a moral lecture,' said Stalky severely.
'Don't jaw; they've surrendered,' said M'Turk. 'This moral suasion biznai takes it out of a chap.'
'Don't you see how gentle we've been? We might have called Clewer in to look at you,' said Stalky. 'The bleatin' of the tiger excites the kid. But we didn't. 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. 'But I don't think Seffy need come into hall with cock-eye whiskers. Horrid bad for the fags if they saw him. He can shave. Ain't you grateful, Sefton?'
The head did not lift. Sefton was deeply asleep.
'That's rummy,' said M'Turk, as a snore mixed with a sob. 'Cheek, I think; or else he's shammin'.'
'No, 'tisn't,' said Beetle. 'When "Molly" Fairburn had attended to me for an hour or so I used to go bung off to sleep on a form sometimes.
