y fortune. That is all I ever said.
Personally, I like them immensely, and I believe I have a little of
their confidence. I confess I like being called 'Padre.' They are at
peace with me; consequently I am not treated to bogus confessions of
theft."

"You mean Mason's case?" said Prout heavily. "That always struck me
as peculiarly scandalous. I thought the Head should have taken up the
matter more thoroughly. Mason may be misguided, but at least he is
thoroughly sincere and means well."

"I confess I cannot agree with you, Prout," said the Reverend John. "He
jumped at some silly tale of theft on their part; accepted another boy's
evidence without, so far as I can see, any inquiry; and--frankly, I
think he deserved all he got."

"They deliberately outraged Mason's best feelings," said Prout. "A word
to me on their part would have saved the whole thing. But they preferred
to lure him on; to play on his ignorance of their characters--"

"That may be," said King, "but I don't like Mason. I dislike him for the
very reason that Prout advances to his credit. He means well."

"Our criminal tradition is not theft--among ourselves, at least," said
little Hartopp.

"For the head of a house that raided seven head of cattle from the
innocent pot-wallopers of Northam, isn't that rather a sweeping
statement?" said Macrae.

"Precisely so," said Hartopp, unabashed. "That, with gate-lifting, and a
little poaching and hawk-hunting on the cliffs, is our salvation."

"It does us far more harm as a school--" Prout began.

"Than any hushed-up scandal could? Quite so. Our reputation among the
farmers is most unsavory. But I would much sooner deal with any amount
of ingenious crime of that nature than--some other offenses."

"They may be all right, but they are unboylike, abnormal, and, in
my opinion, unsound," Prout insisted. "The moral effect of their
performances must pave the way for greater harm. It makes me doubtful
how to deal with them. I might separate them."

"You might, of course; but they have gone up the school together for six
years. _I_ shouldn't care to do it," said Macrae.

"They use the editorial 'we,'" said King, irrelevantly. "It annoys me.
'Where's your prose, Corkran?' 'Well, sir, we haven't quite done it
yet.' 'We'll bring it in a minute,' and so on. And the same with the
others."

"There's great virtue in that 'we,'" said little Hartopp. "You know I
take them for trig. McTurk may have some conception of t