“Put him away,” said Stalky. “Bring on Campbell. Now this _is_ 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 accompaniment of small persuasions. “You seem hurt, Campbell. Are you hurt?” “Yes. Awfully!” “He says he is hurt. Are you broke?” “Yes, yes! I swear I am. Oh, stop!” “He says he is broke. Are you humble?” “Yes!” “He says he is humble. Are you devilish humble?” “Yes!” “He says he is devilish humble. Will you bully Clewer any more?” “No. No--ooh!” “He says he won’t bully Clewer. Or any one else?” “No. I swear I won’t.” “Or any one else. What about that lickin’ you and Sefton were goin’ to give us?” “I won’t! I won’t! I swear I won’t!” “He says he won’t lick us. Do you esteem yourself to know anything about bullyin’?” “No, I don’t!” “He says he doesn’t know anything about bullyin’. Haven’t we taught you a lot?” “Yes--yes!” “He says we’ve taught him a lot. Aren’t you grateful?” “Yes!” “He says he is grateful. Put him away. Oh, I forgot! I say, Campbell, what did you bully Clewer for?” He wept anew; his nerves being raw. “Because I was a bully. I suppose that’s what you want me to say?” “He says he is a bully. Right he is. Put him in the corner. No more japes for Campbell. Now, Sefton!” “You devils! You young devils!” This and much more as Sefton was punted across the carpet by skilful knees. “‘The bleatin’ of the kid excites the tiger.’ We’re goin’ to make you beautiful. Where does he keep his shaving things? [Campbell told.] Beetle, get some water. Turkey, make the lather. We’re goin’ to shave you, Seffy, so you’d better lie jolly still, or you’ll get cut. I’ve never shaved any one before.” “Don’t! Oh, don’t! Please don’t!” “Gettin’ polite, eh? I’m only goin’ to take off one ducky little whisker--” “I’ll--I’ll make it _pax_, if you don’t. I swear I’ll let you off your lickin’ when I get up!”