up Stalky—Stalky in deadly fear lest his voice should crack.
'He does you credit, Sergeant,' was the visitor's comment. 'A good drill—and good material to drill. Now, it's an extraordinary thing: I've been lunching with your head master and he never told me you had a cadet-corps in the College.'
'We 'aven't, sir. This is only a little drill,' said the Sergeant.
'But aren't they keen on it?' said M'Turk, speaking for the first time, with a twinkle in his deep-set eyes.
'Why aren't you in it, though, Willy?'
'Oh, I'm not punctual enough,' said M'Turk. 'The Sergeant only takes the pick of us.'
'Dismiss! Break off!' cried Foxy, fearing an explosion in the ranks. 'I—I ought to have told you, sir, that'
'But you should have a cadet-corps.' The General pursued his own line of thought. 'You shall have a cadet-corps, too, if my recommendation in Council is any use. I don't know when I've been so pleased. Boys animated by a spirit like yours should set an example to the whole school.'
'They do,' said M'Turk.
'Bless my soul! Can it be so late? I've kept my fly waiting half an hour. Well, I must run away. Nothing like seeing things for oneself. Which end of the building does one get out at? Will you show me, Willy? Who was that boy who took the drill?'
'Corkran, I think his name is.'
