I should like to get damages from that villain!
I should!"
Allen was much more angry than was usual with him, and the others,
though laughing at his Etonian airs, fully sympathised with his
wrath.
"He ought to be served out."
"We will serve him out!"
"How?"
"Get all our fellows and make a jolly good row under his windows,"
said Robin.
"Decidedly low," said Allen.
"And impracticable besides," said Bobus. "They'd kick you out before
you could say Jack Robinson."
"There was an old book of father's," suggested Jock, "with an old
scamp who starved and licked his apprentices, till one of them
dressed himself up in a bullock's hide, horns and hoofs, and tail and
all, and stood over his bed at night and shouted—-
"'Old man, old man, for thy cruelty,
Body and soul thou art given to me;
Let me but hear those apprentices' cries,
And I'll toss thee, and gore thee, and bore out thine eyes.'
And he was quite mild to the apprentices ever after.'"
Jock acted and roared with such effect as to be encored, but Rob
objected. "He ain't got any apprentices."
"It might be altered," said Allen.
"Old man, old man, thy gates thou must ope,"
Bobus chimed in.
"Nor force Eton swells in quagmire to grope.
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