course—same as when old Foxibus reported us on suspicion of smoking in the Bunkers. If I hadn't thought of buyin' the pepper and spillin' it all over our clothes, he'd have smelt us. King was gha-astly facetious about that. 'Called us bird-stuffers in form for a week.'
'Ah, King hates the Natural History Society because little Hartopp is president. 'Mustn't do anything in the Coll. without glorifyin' King,' said M'Turk. 'But he must be a putrid ass, you know, to suppose at our time o' life we'd go out and stuff birds like fags.'
'Poor old King!' said Beetle. 'He's awf'ly unpopular in Common-room, and they'll chaff his head off about Rabbits-Eggs. Golly! How lovely! How beautiful! How holy! But you should have seen his face when the first rock came in! And the earth from the basket!'
So they were all stricken helpless for five minutes.
They repaired at last to Abanazar's study, and were received reverently.
'What's the matter?' said Stalky, quick to realise new atmospheres.
'You know jolly well,' said Abanazar. 'You'll be expelled if you get caught. King is a gibbering maniac.'
'Who? Which? What? Expelled for how? We only played the war-drum. We've got turned out for that already.'
'Do you chaps mean to say you didn't make Rabbits-Eggs drunk and bribe him to rock King's rooms?'
