we can't use the hut any more. Hoofer will be watchin' it.'
'"Bother! Likewise blow!"' said M'Turk thoughtfully, unpacking the volumes with which his chest was cased. The boys carried their libraries between their belt and their collar. 'Nice job! This means we're under suspicion for the rest of the term.'
'Why? All that Heffy has found is a hut. He and Foxy will watch it. It's nothing to do with us; only we mustn't be seen that way for a bit'
'Yes, and where else are we to go?' said Beetle. 'You chose that place, too an' an' I wanted to read this afternoon.'
Stalky sat on a desk drumming his heels on the form.
'You're a despondin' brute, Beetle. Sometimes I think I shall have to drop you altogether. Did you ever know your Uncle Stalky forget you yet? His rebus infectis—after I'd seen Heffy's man-tracks marchin' round our hut, I found little Hartopp—destricto ense—wavin' a butterfly-net. I conciliated Hartopp. 'Told him that you'd read papers to the Bug-hunters if he'd let you join, Beetle. 'Told him you liked butterflies, Turkey. Anyhow, I soothed the Hartoffles, and we're Bug-hunters now.'
'What's the good of that?' said Beetle.
'Oh, Turkey, kick him!'
In the interests of science, bounds were largely relaxed for the members of the Natural History Society. They could wander, if they kept clear of
