“That reminds me of something that happened to me at school. It was the first ‘clever’ thing I ever did,” said Phillip, drinking a long draught of good wine.
“Indeed,” said Captain Jack, laughing. “I didn’t think you ever had done anything clever except that affair of old Bertram.”
“Hus—s—sh!” said Phillip, turning pale; “don’t mention that.”
“You’d have been in a gibbet only for me,” said Captain Jack.
“Perhaps; but I bought your silence.”
“Yes, so that’s all square. Let’s hear your story. I’ve got half-an-hour to pass in idleness; but all our gang have to muster to-night; we’ve got ‘a great thing’ on hand. Will you join us?”
“That depends.”
“Depends? But you must.”
“Must, eh! Well then, if you say so, then must it shall be.”
“Go on with your story then.”