"Now what does he suppose is the use of that?" said Beetle.
"Oh, he"s cracked. King jaws him in Common-room about not keepin" us up to the mark, an" Macrea burbles about "dithcipline," an" old Heffy sits between "em sweatin" big drops. I heard Oke (the Common-room butler) talking to Richards (Prout"s house-servant) about it down in the bas.e.m.e.nt the other day when I went down to bag some bread," said Stalky.
"What did Oke say?" demanded McTurk, throwing "Eric" into a corner.
"Oh, he said, "They make more nise nor a nest full o" jackdaws, an" half of it like we"d no ears to our heads that waited on "em. They talks over old Prout--what he"ve done an" left undone about his boys. An" how their boys be fine boys, an" his"n be dom bad." Well, Oke talked like that, you know, and Richards got awf"ly wrathy. He has a down on King for something or other. Wonder why?"
"Why, King talks about Prout in form-room--makes allusions, an" all that--only half the chaps are such a.s.ses they can"t see what he"s drivin" at. And d"you remember what he said about the "Casual House"
last Tuesday? He meant us. They say he says perfectly beastly things to his own house, making fun of Prout"s," said Beetle.
"Well, we didn"t come here to mix up in their rows," McTurk said wrathfully. "Who"ll bathe after call-over? King"s takin" it in the cricket-field. Come on." Turkey seized his straw and led the way.
They reached the sun-blistered pavilion over against the gray Pebbleridge just before roll-call, and, asking no questions, gathered from King"s voice and manner that his house was on the road to victory.
"Ah, ha!" said he, turning to show the light of his countenance. "Here we have the ornaments of the Casual House at last. You consider cricket beneath you, I believe "--the crowd, flannelled, sn.i.g.g.e.red "and from what I have seen this afternoon, I fancy many others of your house hold the same view. And may I ask what you purpose to do with your n.o.ble selves till tea-time?"
"Going down to bathe, sir," said Stalky.
"And whence this sudden zeal for cleanliness? There is nothing about you that particularly suggests it. Indeed, so far as I remember--I may be at fault--but a short time ago--"
"Five years, sir," said Beetle hotly.
King scowled. "_One_ of you was that thing called a water-funk. Yes, a water-funk. So now you wish to wash? It is well. Cleanliness never injured a boy or--a house. We will proceed to business," and he addressed himself to the call-over board.
"What the deuce did you say anything to him for, Beetle?" said McTurk angrily, as they strolled towards the big, open sea-baths.
""Twasn"t fair--remindin" one of bein" a water-funk. My first term, too.
Heaps of chaps are--when they can"t swim."
"Yes, you a.s.s; but he saw he"d fetched you. You ought never to answer King."
"But it wasn"t fair, Stalky."
"My Hat! You"ve been here six years, and you expect fairness. Well, you are a dithering idiot."
A knot of King"s boys, also bound for the baths, hailed them, beseeching them to wash--for the honor of their house.
"That"s what comes of King"s jawin" and messin". Those young animals wouldn"t have thought of it unless he"d put it into their heads. Now they"ll be funny about it for weeks," said Stalky. "Don"t take any notice."
The boys came nearer, shouting an opprobrious word. At last they moved to windward, ostentatiously holding their noses.
"That"s pretty," said Beetle. "They"ll be sayin" our house stinks next."
When they returned from the baths, damp-headed, languid, at peace with the world, Beetle"s forecast came only too true. They were met in the corridor by a f.a.g--a common, Lower-Second f.a.g--who at arm"s length handed them a carefully wrapped piece of soap "with the compliments of King"s House."
"Hold on," said Stalky, checking immediate attack. "Who put you up to this, Nixon? Rattray and White? (Those were two leaders in King"s house.) Thank you. There"s no answer."
"Oh, it"s too sickening to have this kind o" rot shoved on to a chap.
What"s the sense of it? What"s the fun of it?" said McTurk.
"It will go on to the end of the term, though," Beetle wagged his head sorrowfully. He had worn many jests threadbare on his own account.
In a few days it became an established legend of the school that Prout"s house did not wash and were therefore noisome. Mr. King was pleased to smile succulently in form when one of his boys drew aside from Beetle with certain gestures.
"There seems to be some disability attaching to you, my Beetle, or else why should Burton major withdraw, so to speak, the hem of his garments?
I confess I am still in the dark. Will some one be good enough to enlighten me?"
Naturally, he was enlightened by half the form.
"Extraordinary! Most extraordinary! However, each house has its traditions, with which I would not for the world interfere.
_We_ have a prejudice in favor of washing. Go on, Beetle--from "_jugurtha tamen_"--and, if you can, avoid the more flagrant forms of guessing."
Prout"s house was furious because Macrea"s and Hartopp"s houses joined King"s to insult them. They called a house-meeting after dinner--an excited and angry meeting of all save the prefects, whose dignity, though they sympathized, did not allow them to attend. They read ungrammatical resolutions, and made speeches beginning, "Gentlemen, we have met on this occasion," and ending with, "It"s a beastly shame,"
precisely as houses have done since time and schools began.
Number Five study attended, with its usual air of bland patronage. At last McTurk, of the lanthorn jaws, delivered himself:
"You jabber and jaw and burble, and that"s about all you can do. What"s the good of it? King"s house"ll only gloat because they"ve drawn you, and King will gloat, too. Besides, that resolution of Orrin"s is chock-full of bad grammar, and King"ll gloat over that."
"I thought you an" Beetle would put it right, an"--an" we"d post it in the corridor," said the composer meekly.
"_Par si je le connai_. I"m not goin" to meddle with the biznai," said Beetle. "It"s a gloat for King"s house. Turkey"s quite right."
"Well, won"t Stalky, then?"
But Stalky puffed out his cheeks and squinted down his nose in the style of Panurge, and all he said was, "Oh, you abject burblers!"
"You"re three beastly scabs!" was the instant retort of the democracy, and they went out amid execrations.
"This is piffling," said McTurk. "Let"s get our sallies, and go and shoot bunnies."
Three saloon-pistols, with a supply of bulleted breech-caps, were stored in Stalky"s trunk, and this trunk was in their dormitory, and their dormitory was a three-bed attic one, opening out of a ten-bed establishment, which, in turn, communicated with the great range of dormitories that ran practically from one end of the College to the other. Macrea"s house lay next to Prout"s, King"s next to Macrea"s, and Hartopp"s beyond that again. Carefully locked doors divided house from house, but each house, in its internal arrangements--the College had originally been a terrace of twelve large houses--was a replica of the next; one straight roof covering all.
They found Stalky"s bed drawn out from the wall to the left of the dormer window, and the latter end of Richards protruding from a two-foot-square cupboard in the wall.
"What"s all this? I"ve never noticed it before. What are you tryin" to do, Fatty?"
"Fillin" basins, Muster Corkran." Richards"s voice was hollow and m.u.f.fled. "They"ve been savin" me trouble. Yiss."
""Looks like it," said McTurk. "Hi! You"ll stick if you don"t take care."
Richards backed puffing.
"I can"t rache un. Yiss, "tess a turnc.o.c.k, Muster McTurk. They"ve took an" runned all the watter-pipes a storey higher in the houses--runned "em all along under the "ang of the heaves, like. Runned "em in last holidays. _I_ can"t rache the turnc.o.c.k."
"Let me try," said Stalky, diving into the aperture.
"Slip "ee to the left, then, Muster Corkran. Slip "ee to the left, an"