Stalky & Co.

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No explanation. Deprived of tea. Public disgrace before the house,” said McTurk, whose eyes were running over. “It’s dam’ serious.” Beetle was already far up the tunnel. They heard him gasp indescribably: there was the crash of a heavy body leaping through the furze. I thought they were out of bounds along the cliffs. But it come out they wasn’t, sir. I saw them go into Colonel Dabney’s woods, and–Mr. King and Mr. Prout come along–and the fact was, sir, we was mistook for poachers by Colonel Dabney’s people–Mr. King and Mr. Prout and me. There were some words, sir, on both sides. The young gentlemen slipped ‘ome somehow, and they seemed ‘ighly humorous, sir. Mr. King was mistook by Colonel Dabney himself–Colonel Dabney bein’ strict. Then they preferred to come straight to you, sir, on account of what–what Mr. King may ‘ave said about their ‘abits afterwards in Mr. Prout’s study. I only said they was ‘ighly humorous, laughin’ an’ gigglin’, an’ a bit above ’emselves. They’ve since told me, sir, in a humorous way, that they was invited by Colonel Dabney to go into ‘is woods.”

The Honours of War" (1917 in A Diversity of Creatures): Stalky (now a lieutenant-colonel) and Beetle learn that two subalterns are in trouble for playing pranks on a fellow subaltern named Wontner, including abducting him to the Infant's mansion. As Wontner intends to create a scandal that will end their careers, Stalky diverts him by helping to tie up and embarrass the pranksters, after which Wontner is as guilty as they are. Well,” said the Sergeant, gathering up the tea-things, “knowin’ what I know o’ the young dev–gentlemen of the College, I’m very glad to ‘ear it. But what am I to tell the ‘Ead?” It’s all right. The Hefflelinga means well. _But_ he is an ass. _And_ we show him that we think he’s an ass. An’ _so_ Heffy don’t love us. ‘Told me last night after prayers that he was _in_loco_parentis_,” Beetle grunted.On June 28th he ‘began to work at Stalky again’ and on July 22nd comes the intriguing entry, ‘Rudyard starts to write the last of the Stalky stories, which, after the Jungle fashion, is the first.’ On August 3rd, however, he ‘finishes the Stalky story but rejects it.’ Unless the story was scrapped altogether, this one would assume to be “Stalky”– published, however, that same December, 1898, in The Windsor and McClure’s magazines, though not included in Stalky & Co. Who? Which? What? Expelled for how? We only played the war-drum. We’ve got turned out for that already.”

And so,” King was saying in a high head voice to Beetle, whom he had kept to play with before Manders minor, well knowing that it hurts a Fifth-form boy to be held up to a fag’s derision, “and so, Master Beetle, in spite of all our verses, which we are so proud of, when we presume to come into direct conflict with even so humble a representative of authority as myself, for instance, we are turned out of our studies, are we not?”You see!” said Stalky, when they were out of ear-shot. “He _can’t_ keep a secret. He’s followin’ to cut off our line of retreat. He’ll wait at the baths till Heffy comes along. They’ve tried every blessed place except along the cliffs, and now they think they’ve bottled us. No need to hurry.” Book Genre: 19th Century, Adventure, British Literature, Childrens, Classics, European Literature, Fiction, Literature, School Stories, Short Stories, Young Adult It was their unquestioned right. Drunkenness meant expulsion after a public flogging. They had been accused of it. The case was the Head’s, and the Head’s alone.

I–I am, and–” his eyes traveled up and down the boy–“who–what the devil d’you want? Ye’ve been disturbing my pheasants. Don’t attempt to deny it. Ye needn’t laugh at it.” (McTurk’s not too lovely features had twisted them. selves into a horrible sneer at the word pheasant.) “You’ve been birds’-nesting. You needn’t hide your hat. I can see that you belong to the College. Don’t attempt to deny it. Ye do! Your name and number at once, sir. Ye want to speak to me–Eh? You saw my notice-boards? Must have. Don’t attempt to deny it. Ye did! Damnable, oh damnable!”

AN UNSAVORY INTERLUDE.

Yes, but don’t you see that Stalky isn’t here, you owl!” said McTurk. “Take down the key, and look sorrowful. King’ll only jaw you for half an hour. I’m going to read in the lower form-room.” Course not. Mason kept it jolly quiet. He wrote down all our statements on impot-paper. There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t believe,” said Stalky. What about the last song, though?” said the Emperor, a tallish, fair-headed boy with a ghost of a mustache, at which he pulled manfully. “We need a rousing old tune.”