“Why, Flip, you talk as if we were going to have a pitched battle,” said Power, ignoring his joke about Franklin.
“So we are—practically and morally. Look out for skirmishes from the Harpour lot; especially the world, the flesh, and the devil, whom I just saw arm in arm.”
“What do you mean, Flip?” asked Walter, laughing.
“Mean! nothing at all—only Tracy, Jones, and Mackworth. Tracy’s the world, Jones is the flesh—raw flesh; and Mackworth’s the other thing.”
“I’ll tell you of two more who won’t let the school override us if they can help it,” said Walter; “Cradock and Eden.”
“Briareus and Paradise,” said Henderson; “poor Eden, he can’t do much for us except look on with large troubled eyes.”
“Can’t he though, Flip? he’s got a good deal of power.”
“He’s got a great deal of good from Power, I know, but—”
“But don’t be a donkey, Flip.”
“Do shut up. Why should you two expect such a dead assault on the monitors this half?” said Power.