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Head saw it.” “Aw, can it!” snarled Fisher T. Fish. He glanced around and stirred Lord Mauleverer with his foot Mauly started and sat up. “Say, Mauly, you’re some swimmer.” said Fisher T Fish. “That pesky guy Bolsover’s chucked my book across to the bank. You’ll go after it.” “I’ll lend you a book.” yawned Lord Mauleverer. “I’ve got a Holiday Annual here somewhere as quotes “You pesky mugwump, what’s the use of a Holiday Annual?” grunted Fisher T. Fish. “It’s my account book, you jay!” “It’s Fishy’s money lending book, Mauly.” said Redwing. “Leave it alone.” “Oh!” said Lord Mauleverer. He rose to his feet. “Leave it alone, Mauly, you ass!” said Redwing. “Say, you let Mauly alone!” yapped Fisher T. Fish. “You let Mauly do as he blamed well likes! Don’t you horn in, you guy! You’re going for the book, Mauly?” “No” yawned Lord Mauleverer. “I wouldn’t touch the putrid thing with a barge pole. Like your cheek ask a decent chap to touch it! I’m not going for the book. I’m going for you------" “What--- Hyer, hands off! Yaroooop!” roared Fisher T. Fish, as the schoolboy earl caught him by the collar, and spun him round. “Wharrer you fancy