Between each new torture came the pitiless, dazing rain of questions,
and when they did not answer to the point, Isabella-colored
handkerchiefs were thrust into their mouths.

"Now are those all the things you did to Clewer? Take out the gag,
Turkey, and let 'em answer."

"Yes, I swear that was all. Oh, you're killing us, Stalky!" cried
Campbell.

"Pre-cisely what Clewer said to you. I heard him. Now we're goin' to
show you what real bullyin' is. 'What I don't like about you, Sefton,
is, you come to the Coll. with your stick-up collars an'
patent-leather boots, an' you think you can teach us something about
bullying. Do you think you can teach us anything about bullying?
Take out the gag and let him answer."

"No!"--ferociously.

"He says no. Rock him to sleep. Campbell can watch."

It needs three beys and two boxing-gloves to rock a boy to sleep.
Again the operation has nothing to do with its name. Sefton was
"rocked" till his eyes set in his head and he gasped and crowed for
breath, sick and dizzy.

"My Aunt!" said Campbell, appalled, from his corner, and turned
white.

"Put him away," said Stalky. "Bring on Campbell. Now this _is_