in that room downstairs

"Stout fellow," he said. "'Tis well. You and I, hand in hand, willsearch the countryside for ruined abbeys. We will snare the elusivefossil together. Above all, we will go out of bounds. We shall thusimprove our minds, and have a jolly good time as well. I shouldn'twonder if one mightn't borrow a gun from some friendly native, and doa bit of rabbit-shooting here and there. From what I saw of ComradeOutwood during our brief interview, I shouldn't think he was one ofthe lynx-eyed contingent. With tact we ought to be able to slip awayfrom the merry throng of fossil-chasers, and do a bit on our ownaccount.""Good idea," said Mike. "We will. A chap at Wrykyn, called Wyatt, usedto break out at night and shoot at cats with an air-pistol.""It would take a lot to make me do that. I am all against anythingthat interferes with my sleep. But rabbits in the daytime is a scheme. 　　We'll nose about for a gun at the earliest opp. Meanwhile we'd bettergo up to Comrade Outwood, and get our names shoved down for theSociety.""I vote we get some tea first somewhere.""Then let's beat up a study. I suppose they have studies here. Let'sgo and look."They went upstairs. On the first floor there was a passage with doorson either side. Psmith opened the first of these. 　　"This'll do us well," he said. 　　It was a biggish room, looking out over the school grounds. There werea couple of deal tables, two empty bookcases, and a looking-glass,hung on a nail. 　　"Might have been made for us," said Psmith approvingly. 　　"I suppose it belongs to some rotter.""Not now.""You aren't going to collar it!""That," said Psmith, looking at himself earnestly in the mirror, andstraightening his tie, "is the exact programme. We must stake out ourclaims. This is practical Socialism.""But the real owner's bound to turn up some time or other.""His misfortune, not ours. You can't expect two master-minds like usto pig it in that room downstairs. There are moments when one wants tobe alone. It is imperative that we have a place to retire to after afatiguing day. And now, if you want to be really useful, come and helpme fetch up my box from downstairs. It's got an Etna and variousthings in it." Chapter 33 Staking Out A Claim      Psmith, in the matter of decorating a study and preparing tea in it,was rather a critic than an executant. He was full of ideas, but hepreferred to allow Mike to carry them out. It was he who suggestedthat the wooden bar which ran across the window was unnecessary, butit was Mike who wrenched it from its place. Similarly, it was Mike whoabstracted the key from the door of the next study, though the ideawas Psmith's.