something. You and your membranes got us into a sweet mess, young man.'
'I heard of that,' said the boy, giggling. 'The Head told me.'
'Dooce he did! When?'
'Oh, come on up to Coll. My shin 'll stiffen if we stay jawin' here.'
'Shut up, Turkey. I want to find out about this. Well?'
'He was stayin' at our house all the time I was ill'
'What for? Neglectin' the Coll. that way? 'Thought he was in town.'
'I was off my head, you know, and they said I kept on callin' for him.'
'Cheek! You're only a day-boy.'
'He came just the same, and he about saved my life. I was all bunged up one night—just goin' to croak, the doctor said—and they stuck a tube or somethin' in my throat, and the Head sucked out the stuff.'
'Ugh! 'Shot if I would!'
'He ought to have got diphtheria himself, the doctor said. So he stayed on at our house instead of going back. I'd ha' croaked in another twenty minutes, the doctor says.'
Here the coachman, being under orders, whipped up and nearly ran over the three.
'My Hat!' said Beetle. 'That's pretty average heroic.'
'Pretty average!' M'Turk's knee in the small of his back cannoned him into Stalky, who punted him back. 'You ought to be hung!'
