"Hold on," said Beetle. "I don"t understand."
"Dearr man! It shall, though. Oh, Artie, my pure-souled youth, let us tell our darling Reggie about Pestiferous Stinkadores."
"Not until after call-over. Come on!"
"I say," said Orrin, stiffly, as they fell into their places along the walls of the gymnasium. "The house are goin" to hold another meeting."
"Hold away, then." Stalky"s mind was elsewhere.
"It"s about you three this time."
"All right, give "em my love... _Here, sir_," and he tore down the corridor.
Gamboling like kids at play, with bounds and sidestarts, with caperings and curvetings, they led the almost bursting Beetle to the rabbit-lane, and from under a pile of stones drew forth the new-slain corpse of a cat. Then did Beetle see the inner meaning of what had gone before, and lifted up his voice in thanksgiving for that the world held warriors so wise as Stalky and McTurk.
"Well-nourished old lady, ain"t she?" said Stalky. "How long d"you suppose it"ll take her to get a bit whiff in a confined s.p.a.ce?"
"Bit whiff! What a coa.r.s.e brute you are!" said McTurk. "Can"t a poor p.u.s.s.y-cat get under King"s dormitory floor to die without your pursuin"
her with your foul innuendoes?"
"What did she die under the floor for?" said Beetle, looking to the future.
"Oh, they won"t worry about that when they find her," said Stalky.
"A cat may look at a king." McTurk rolled down the bank at his own jest. "p.u.s.s.y, you don"t know how useful you"re goin" to be to three pure-souled, high-minded boys."
"They"ll have to take up the floor for her, same as they did in Number Nine when the rat croaked. Big medicine--heap big medicine! Phew! Oh, Lord, I wish I could stop laughin"," said Beetle.
"Stinks! Hi, stinks! Clammy ones!" McTurk gasped as he regained his place. "And"--the exquisite humor of it brought them sliding down together in a tangle--"it"s all for the honor of the house, too!"
"An" they"re holdin" another meeting--on us," Stalky panted, his knees in the ditch and his face in the long gra.s.s. "Well, let"s get the bullet out of her and hurry up. The sooner she"s bedded out the better."
Between them they did some grisly work with a penknife; between them (ask not who b.u.t.toned her to his bosom) they took up the corpse and hastened back, Stalky arranging their plan of action at the full trot.
The afternoon sun, lying in broad patches on the bed-rugs, saw three boys and an umbrella disappear into a dormitory wall. In five minutes they emerged, brushed themselves all over, washed their hands, combed their hair, and descended.
"Are you sure you shoved her far enough under?" said McTurk suddenly.
"Hang it, man, I shoved her the full length of my arm and Beetle"s brolly. That must be about six feet. She"s bung in the middle of King"s big upper ten-bedder. Eligible central situation, _I_ call it. She"ll stink out his chaps, and Hartopp"s and Macrea"s, when she really begins to fume. I swear your Uncle Stalky is a great man. Do you realize what a great man he is, Beetle?"
"Well, I had the notion first, hadn"t I--? only--"
"You couldn"t do it without your Uncle Stalky, could you?"
"They"ve been calling us stinkers for a week now," said McTurk. "Oh, _won"t_ they catch it!"
"Stinker! Yah! Stink-ah!" rang down the corridor.
"And she"s there," said Stalky, a hand on either boy"s shoulder.
"She--is--there, gettin" ready to surprise "em. Presently she"ll begin to whisper to "em in their dreams. Then she"ll whiff. Golly, how she"ll whiff! Oblige me by thinkin" of it for two minutes."
They went to their study in more or less of silence. There they began to laugh--laugh as only boys can. They laughed with their foreheads on the tables, or on the floor; laughed at length, curled over the backs of chairs or clinging to a book-shelf; laughed themselves limp.
And in the middle of it Orrin entered on behalf of the house. "Don"t mind us, Orrin; sit down. You don"t know how we respect and admire you.
There"s something about your pure, high young forehead, full of the dreams of innocent boyhood, that"s no end fetchin". It is, indeed."
"The house sent me to give you this." He laid a folded sheet of paper on the table and retired with an awful front.
"It"s the resolution! Oh, read it, some one. I"m too silly-sick with laughin" to see," said Beetle. Stalky jerked it open with a precautionary sniff. "Phew! Phew! Listen. "_The house notices with pain and contempt the att.i.tude of indiference_" --how many f"s in indifference, Beetle?"
"Two for choice."
"Only one here--"_adopted by the occupants of Number Five study in relation to the insults offered to Mr. Prout"s house at the recent meeting in Number Twelve form-room, and the House hereby pa.s.s a vote of censure on the said study. That"s all._"
"And she bled all down my shirt, too!" said Beetle.
"An" I"m catty all over," said McTurk, "though I washed twice."
"An" I nearly broke Beetle"s brolly plantin" her where she would blossom!"
The situation was beyond speech, but not laughter. There was some attempt that night to demonstrate against the three in their dormitory; so they came forth.
"You see," Beetle began suavely as he loosened his braces, "the trouble with you is that you"re a set of unthinkin" a.s.ses. You"ve no more brains than spidgers. We"ve told you that heaps of times, haven"t we?"
"We"ll give the three of you a dormitory lickin". You always jaw at us as if you were prefects," cried one.
"Oh, no, you won"t," said Stalky, "because you know that if you did you"d get the worst of it sooner or later. _We_ aren"t in any hurry. We can afford to wait for our little revenges. You"ve made howlin" a.s.ses of yourselves, and just as soon as King gets hold of your precious resolutions to-morrow you"ll find that out. If you aren"t sick an" sorry by to-morrow night, I"ll--I"ll eat my hat."
But or ever the dinner-bell rang the next day Prout"s were sadly aware of their error. King received stray members of that house with an exaggerated att.i.tude of fear. Did they purpose to cause him to be dismissed from the College by unanimous resolution? What were their views concerning the government of the school, that he might hasten to give effect to them? he would not offend them for worlds; but he feared--he sadly feared--that his own house, who did not pa.s.s resolutions (but washed), might somewhat deride.
King was a happy man, and his house, basking in the favor of his smile, made that afternoon a long penance to the misled Prouts. And Prout himself, with a dull and lowering visage, tried to think out the rights and wrongs of it all, only plunging deeper into bewilderment. Why should his house be called "Stinkers"? Truly, it was a small thing, but he had been trained to believe that straws show which way the wind blows, and that there is no smoke without fire. He approached King in Common-room with a sense of injustice, but King was pleased to be full of airy persiflage that tide, and brilliantly danced dialectical rings round Prout.
"Now," said Stalky at bedtime, making pilgrimage through the dormitories before the prefects came by, "_now_ what have you got to say for yourselves? Foster, Carton, Finch, Longbridge, Marlin, Brett! I heard you chaps catchin" it from King--he made hay of you--an" all you could do was to wriggle an" grin an" say, "Yes, sir," an" "No, sir,"" an" "O, sir," an" "Please, sir"! You an" your resolution! Urh!"
"Oh, shut up, Stalky."
"Not a bit of it. You"re a gaudy lot of resolutionists, you are! You"ve made a sweet mess of it. Perhaps you"ll have the decency to leave us alone next time."
Here the house grew angry, and in many voices pointed out how this blunder would never have come to pa.s.s if Number Five study had helped them from the first.
"But you chaps are so beastly conceited, an"--an" you swaggered into the meetin" as if we were a lot of idiots," growled Orrin of the resolution.
"That"s precisely what you are! That"s what we"ve been tryin" to hammer into your thick heads all this time," said Stalky. "Never mind, we"ll forgive you. Cheer up. You can"t help bein" a.s.ses, you know," and, the enemy"s flank deftly turned, Stalky hopped into bed.
That night was the first of sorrow among the jubilant King"s. By some accident of under-floor drafts the cat did not vex the dormitory beneath which she lay, but the next one to the right; stealing on the air rather as a pale-blue sensation than as any poignant offense. But the mere adumbration of an odor is enough for the sensitive nose and clean tongue of youth. Decency demands that we draw several carbolized sheets over what the dormitory said to Mr. King and what Mr. King replied. He was genuinely proud of his house and fastidious in all that concerned their well-being. He came; he sniffed; he said things. Next morning a boy in that dormitory confided to his bosom friend, a f.a.g of Macrea"s, that there was trouble in their midst which King would fain keep secret.
But Macrea"s boy had also a bosom friend in Prout"s, a shock-headed f.a.g of malignant disposition, who, when he had wormed out the secret, told--told it in a high-pitched treble that rang along the corridor like a bat"s squeak.
"An"--an" they"ve been calling us "stinkers" all this week. Why, Harland minor says they simply can"t sleep in his dormitory for the stink. Come on!"