They made a hideous noise among them, and the bait allured their quarry.
'Hullo. What's the giddy jest?' Sefton and Campbell entered to find Beetle on his side, his head against the fender, weeping copiously, while M'Turk prodded him in the back with his toes.
'It's only Beetle,' Stalky explained. 'He's shammin' hurt. I can't get Turkey to go for him properly.'
Sefton promptly kicked both boys, and his face lighted. 'All right, I'll attend to 'em. Get up an' cock-fight, you two. Give me the stump. I'll tickle 'em. Here's a giddy jest! Come on, Campbell. Let's cook 'em.'
Then M'Turk turned on Stalky and called him very evil names.
'You said you were goin' to cock-fight too, Stalky. Come on!'
'More ass you for believin' me, then!' shrieked Stalky.
'Have you chaps had a row?' said Campbell.
'Row?' said Stalky. 'Huh! I'm only educatin' them. D'you know anythin' about cock-fighting, Seffy?'
'Do I know? Why, at Maclagan's, where I was crammin' in town, we used to cock-fight in his drawing-room, and little Maclagan daren't say anything. But we were just the same as men there, of course. Do I know? I'll show you.'
'Can't I get up?' moaned Beetle, as Stalky sat on his shoulder.
'Don't jaw, you fat piffler. You're going to fight Seffy.'
