'Not good enough,' said Stalky, bringing up both heels with a crash on the table. 'If we find the merry jester who's been bullyin' him an' make him happy, that'll be all right. Why didn't we spot him when we were in the form-rooms, though?'
'Maybe a lot of fags have made a dead set at Clewer. They do that sometimes.'
'Then we'll have to kick the whole of the lower school in our house—on spec. Come on,' said M'Turk.
'Keep your hair on! We mustn't make a fuss about the biznai. Whoever it is, he's kept quiet or we'd have seen him,' said Stalky. 'We'll walk round and sniff about till we're sure.'
They drew the house form-rooms, accounting for every junior and senior against whom they had suspicions—investigated, at Beetle's suggestion, the lavatories and box-rooms, but without result. Everybody seemed to be present save Clewer.
'Rum!' said Stalky, pausing outside a study door. 'Golly!'
A thin piping mixed with tears came muffled through the panels.
As beautiful Kitty one morning was tripping'
'Louder, you young devil, or I'll buzz a book at you!'
With a pitcher of milk'
Oh, Campbell, please don't!
To the fair of'
A book crashed on something soft, and squeals arose.
