Jan could have pulled every stitch off the little brute’s bed. But the remark was very properly ignored.
“I suppose you know,” said Bingley, “that two fellows were once bunked for going to it?”
“Going to what?” asked Chips.
“This very fair.”
“They must’ve been fools!” said Jan, raising his voice at last.
“I thought you were asleep?” cried the new boy, who had no sense.
“You keep your thoughts to yourself,” growled Jan, “or I’ll come and show you whether I am or not.”
“They were fools,” assented Bingley, “but they were rather sportsmen too. They got out of one of the hill houses at night, and came down in disguise, in bowlers and false beards! But they were spotted right enough, and they’d got to go.”
“And serve them jolly well right!” said Jan, cantankerously.
“I don’t call it such a crime, Tiger.”