So I must pretend to be deeply interested in that little prig, Heathcote, and much concerned lest he should be corrupted by his wicked senior.

That will be a fine excuse for having a slap at Pledge.
I'll take away his fag, and then, of course, he'll resign, and we shall get rid of him!'" "I don't believe he really said that," said Heathcote, colouring up.
"'And then,' he would say, 'to bribe the youngster over, and keep him from spoiling all and going back to his old senior, we'll manage to fool him about our precious new Club, and put his name on the list.'" This was rousing Georgie on a tender point.
"If my name gets on the list, it will be because Dick and Coote and I ran through the hunt; that's why!" he said, rather fiercely.
"Ha, ha! If they could only humbug everybody as easily as they do you.
So you are really going to get into the Club ?" "I'll try, if our names get on the list." "And you think they are sure to elect you?
Of course you've done nothing to disgrace Templeton, eh ?" The boy's face fell, and Pledge followed up his hit.
"They'd like you all the better, wouldn't they, if they heard you and your precious friends are--well, quite a matter of interest to the Templeton police; eh, my boy ?" "We're not," stammered Georgie, very red.

"You needn't say anything about that, Pledge." "Is it likely?
Don't I owe you too much already for cutting me, and talking of me behind my back, and letting the monitors make a catspaw of you to hurt me?
Oh, no! I've no interest in telling anybody!" "Really, Pledge, I never talked of you behind your back, and all that.
I didn't mean to cut you.

Please don't go telling everybody.

It's bad enough as it is." Pledge chuckled to himself, and began to get his tea-pot out of his cupboard.
"You see I have to help myself now," said he.
Georgie's heart was touched.