vendettas, because—don't move—sooner or later one comes—into collision with the—higher authority, who has studied the animal. Et ego—McTurk, please—in Arcadia vixi. There's a certain flagrant injustice about this that ought to appeal to—your temperament. And that's all! You will tell your house-master that you have been formally caned by me.'
'My word!' said McTurk, wriggling his shoulder-blades all down the corridor. 'That was business! The Prooshian Bates has an infernal straight eye.'
'Wasn't it wily of me to ask for the lickin',' said Stalky, 'instead of those impots?'
'Rot! We were in for it from the first. I knew the cock of his old eye,' said Beetle. 'I was within an inch of blubbing.'
'Well, I didn't exactly smile,' Stalky confessed.
'Let's go down to the lavatory and have a look at the damage. One of us can hold the glass and t'others can squint.'
They proceeded on these lines for some ten minutes. The wales were very red and very level. There was not a penny to choose between any of them for thoroughness, efficiency, and a certain clarity of outline that stamps the work of the artist.
'What are you doing down there?' Mr. Prout was at the head of the lavatory stairs, attracted by the noise of splashing.
'We've only been caned by the Head, sir, and we're washing off the blood. The Head said we were to tell you. We were coming to report our-
