Northam, isn't that rather a sweeping statement?' said Macrea.
'Precisely so,' said Hartopp, unabashed, 'That, with gate-lifting, and a little poaching and hawk-hunting on the cliffs, is our salvation.'
'It does us far more harm as a school—' Prout began.
'Than any hushed-up scandal could? Quite so. Our reputation among the farmers is most unsavoury. But I would much sooner deal with any amount of ingenious crime of that nature than—some other offences.'
'They may be all right, but they are unboylike, abnormal, and, in my opinion, unsound,' Prout insisted. 'The moral effect of their performances must pave the way for greater harm. It makes me doubtful how to deal with them. I might separate them.'
'You might, of course; but they have gone up the school together for six years. I shouldn't care to do it,' said Macrea.
'They use the editorial "we,"' said King irrelevantly. 'It annoys me. "Where's your prose, Corkran?" "Well, sir, we haven't quite done it yet. We'll bring it in a minute," and so on. And the same with the others.'
'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.
