bullyin'. Oh, I forgot! I say, Campbell, what did you bully Clewer
for? Take out his gag and let him answer."

"I--I don't know. Oh, let me off! I swear I'll make it _pax_. Don't
'rock' me!"

"'The bleatin' of the kid excites the tiger.' He says he don't know.
Set him up, Beetle. Give me the glove an' put in the gag."

In silence Campbell was "rocked" sixty-four times.

"I believe I'm goin' to die!" he gasped. "He says he is goin' to die.
Put him away. Now, Sefton! Oh, I forgot! Sefton, what did you bully
Clewer for?"

The answer is unprintable; but it brought not the faintest flush to
Stalky's downy cheek.

"Make him an Ag Ag, Turkey!"

And an Ag Ag was he made, forthwith. The hard-bought experience of
nearly eighteen years was at his disposal, but he did not seem to
appreciate it.

"He says we are sweeps. Put him away! Now, Campbell! Oh, I forgot! I
say, Campbell, what did you bully Clewer for?"

Then came the tears--scalding tears; appeals for mercy and abject
promises of peace. Let them cease the tortures and Campbell would
never lift hand against them. The questions began again--to an