“So would we; kicked their legs!”
“They ought to be hanged!” screamed Bramble.
“I’ll not fag any more for Wren!” bellowed Bramble.
“I’ll not fag any more for Greenfield senior!” thundered Paul.
“I’ll not fag any more for Loman!” shrieked Stephen.
“Why don’t some of you put poison in their teas?” cried one.
“Or blow them up when they’re in bed with gunpowder?”
“Or flay them alive?”
“Or boil them in tar?”
“Or throw them into the lions’ den?”