"You don't know your mind from one minute to another. You must learn--you must learn.""What a bait you're in!" said Stalky. "Keep your hair on, Beetle.""I've had it done to me," said Beetle. "Now--about my being a beast.""_Pax_--oh, _pax_!" cried Sefton; "make it _pax_. I'll give up! Let me off! I'm broke! I can't stand it!""Ugh! Just when we were gettin' our hand in!" grunted McTurk.
"They didn't let Clewer off, I'll swear."
"Confess--apologize--quick!" said Stalky.
From the floor Sefton made unconditional surrender, more abjectly even than Campbell He would never touch any one again. He would go softly all the days of his life.
"We've got to take it, I suppose?" said Stalky. "All right, Sefton. You're broke?
Very good. Shut up, Beetle! But before we let you up, you an' Campbell will kindly oblige us with 'Kitty of Coleraine'--_a'_la_ Clewer.""That's not fair," said Campbell; "we've surrendered.""'Course you have. Now you're goin' to do what we tell you--same as Clewer would. If you hadn't surrendered you'd ha' been really bullied. Havin' surrendered--do you follow, Seffy?--you sing odes in honor of the conquerors. Hurry up!"They dropped into chairs luxuriously. Campbell and Sefton looked at each other, and, neither taking comfort from that view, struck up "Kitty of Coleraine.""Vile bad," said Stalky, as the miserable wailing ended. "If you hadn't surrendered it would have been our painful duty to buzz books at you for singin' out o' tune.
Now then."
He freed them from their bonds, but for several minutes they could not rise.
Campbell was first on his feet, smiling uneasily. Sefton staggered to the table, buried his head in his arms, and shook with sobs. There was no shadow of fight in either--only amazement, distress, and shame.
"Ca--can't he shave clean before tea, please?" said Campbell. "It's ten minutes to bell."Stalky shook his head. He meant to escort the half-shaved one to the meal.
McTurk yawned in his chair and Beetle mopped his face. They were all dripping with excitement and exertion.
"If I knew anything about it, I swear I'd give you a moral lecture," said Stalky severely.
"Don't jaw; they've surrendered," said McTurk. "This moral suasion biznai takes it out of a chap.""Don't you see how gentle we've been? We might have called Clewer in to look at you," said Stalky. "'The bleatin' of the tiger excites the kid.' But we didn't.
We've only got to tell a few chaps in Coll. about this and you'd be hooted all over the shop. Your life wouldn't be worth havin'. But we aren't goin' to do that, either. We're strictly moral suasers, Campbell; so, unless you or Seffy split about this, no one will.""I swear you're a brick," said Campbell. "I suppose I was rather a brute to Clewer.""It looked like it," said Stalky. "But I don't think Seffy need come into hall with cock-eye whiskers. Horrid bad for the fags if they saw him. He can shave. Ain't you grateful, Sefton?"The head did not lift. Sefton was deeply asleep.
