In the first place, I must tell you that I was born in Omaha, and my father, who was a politician, named me Oscar Zoroaster Phadrig Isaac Norman Henkle Emmannuel Ambroise Diggs
being the last name because he could think of no more to go before it.
It is necessary to introduce Diggs thus particularly, as he not only did Tom and East good service in their present warfare, as is about to be told, but soon afterwards, when he got into the sixth, chose them for his fags, and excused them from study- fagging, thereby earning unto himself eternal gratitude from them and all who are interested in their history.
The war, in short, raged fiercely; but soon, as Diggs had told them, all the better fellows in the fifth gave up trying to fag them, and public feeling began to set against Flashman and his two or three intimates, and they were obliged to keep their doings more secret, but being thorough bad fellows, missed no opportunity of torturing in private.
The boys thought that Diggs must have been watching.
But they had still the point to settle of how to get Diggs to take the things without hurting his feelings.
Poor East, in more pain even than Tom, suddenly thinks of Diggs, and darts off to find him.
But poor Tom is done already, turns deadly pale, and his head falls forward on his breast, just as Diggs, in frantic excitement, rushes into the hall with East at his heels.
He stays with Diggs, silent and sorrowful, and fans Tom's face.