We're not the only house he's insulted, although I don't think he's tried it on with any of the others as he has with us." "Some day he'll find he's sailing a little too near the wind," said Tempest, with a pleasant confusion of metaphors; "and then he'll get bowled out." "Upon my word, though," said Wales, "I think we've a right to get that extra drill of yours wiped out.

It stands against you on the register, and it's a scandal to the house." "They seem to think it so," observed Pridgin, as just then a loud chorus of war-whoops came up from the region of the faggery.

"Somebody had better stop that row!" "Jarman had better come and do it," said Tempest, laughing.

"He's got charge of the morals of Sharpe's house now." When in due time I returned, somewhat depressed by what I had overheard, to the faggery, I discovered that the particular occasion of the triumphal shout referred to had been a proposal by Langrish to celebrate the approaching Fifth of November by hanging, and, if possible, burning Mr Jarman in effigy, for which purpose an overcoat of mine had already been impounded.

I had the greatest difficulty in rescuing it from the hands of the marauders, who represented to me that it was my duty to sacrifice something for the public good.
"Why don't you let them have _your_ coat, then ?" I asked.
"Because," was the insinuating reply, "it wouldn't burn as well." "You won't have mine," I insisted.