'No,' he said. 'I tell you what I'll do: I'll put it in the box and save it.'
'But you can't cart that box about for the sake of one chestnut, my bold buccaneer.'
'Well, I'll put it in my pocket.'
And he laid it gently by the side of the watch in his waistcoat pocket.
'You can find your way home, can't you?' said Tom. 'It's just occurred to me that I've got some business to attend to.'
A hundred yards off the pretty girl was reading on a seat. His business led him in that direction.