said a word against Mr. Prout, have we?' Stalky looked at the others. 'We love him. He hasn't a notion how we love him.'
'H'm! You dissemble your love very well. Have you ever thought who got you turned out of your study, in the first place?'
'It was Mr. Prout turned us out,' said Stalky, with significance.
'Well, I was that man. I didn't mean it; but some words of mine, I'm afraid, gave Mr. Prout the impression'
Number Five laughed aloud.
'You see it's just the same thing with you, Padre,' said McTurk. 'He is quick to get an impression, ain't he? But you mustn't think we don't love him, 'cause we do. There isn't an ounce of vice about him.'
A double knock fell on the door.
'The Head to see Number Five study in his study at once,' said the voice of Foxy, the school sergeant.
'Whew!' said the Reverend John. 'It seems to me that there is a great deal of trouble coming for some people.'
'My word! Mr. Prout's gone and told the Head,' said Stalky. 'He's a moral double-ender. Not fair, luggin' the Head into a house-row.'
'I should recommend a copy-book on a—h'm—safe and certain part,' said the Reverend John disinterestedly.
'Huh! He licks across the shoulders, an' it would slam like a beastly barn-door,' said Beetle. 'Good-night, Padre. We're in for it.'
