They were careful, as only boys can be when there is a hurt to be inflicted. They waited through one suffocating week till Prout and King were their royal selves again; waited till there was a house-match-- their own house, too--in which Prout was taking part; waited, further, till he had buckled on his pads in the pavilion and stood ready to go forth. King was scoring at the window, and the three sat on a bench without.
Said Stalky to Beetle: `I say, Beetle, quis custodiet ipsos custodes?'
`Don't ask me,' said Beetle. `I'll have nothin' private with you. Ye can be as private as ye please the other end of the bench; and I wish ye a very good afternoon.'
M`Turk yawned.
`Well, ye should ha' come up to the lodge like Christians instead o' chasin' your--a-hem--boys through the length an' breadth of my covers. I think these house-matches are all rot. Let's go over to Colonel Dabney's an' see if he's collared any more poachers.'
That afternoon there was joy in Aves.