"Ah, you greedy vagabonds," said East, with his mouth full, " I knew there was something going on when I saw you cut off out of Hall so quick with your suppers. What a stunning tap. Tom! You are a wunner for bottling the swipes."
"I've had practice enough for the sixth in my time, and it's hard if I haven't picked up a wrinkle or two for my own benefit."
"Well, old Madman, and how goes the birds'- nesting campaign? How's Howlett? I expect the young rooks 'll be out in another fortnight, and then my turn comes."
"There'll be no young rooks fit for pies for a month yet; shows how much you know about it," rejoined Martin, who,, though very good friends with East, regarded him with considerable suspicion for his propensity to practical jokes.
"Scud knows nothing and cares for nothing but grub and mischief," said Tom; "but young rook pie, specially when you've had to climb for them, is very pretty eating. However, I say. Scud, we're all going after a hawk's nest to-morrow, in Caldecott's' Spinney; and if you'll come and behave yourself, well have a stunning climb."
"And a bathe in Aganippe. Hooray! I'm your man."
"No, no; no bathing in Aganippe; that's where our betters go."
"Well, well, never mind. I'm for the hawk's nest, and anything that turns up."
And the bottled-beer being finished, and his hunger appeased. East departed to his study, "that sneak Jones," as he informed them, who had just got into the sixth and occupied the next study, having instituted a nightly visitation upon East and his chum, to their no small discomfort.
