"I will—I will!" 'e cried. "If 'e's game."
"Game!" sed Maxwell. "We've seed a lot of each other, and when did yer see me show the white feather? But I'm too tired now to go on playin', I want to git to bed."
"To-morrer night, then," sed Louis. "It shall be make or break."
"All right," sed Maxwell.
"We'll begin at nine."
"Agreed. At nine o'clock."
So it wos settled, and wot we'd been workin' for so long wos comin' off at last.
[CHAPTER XXIX.]
At nine o'clock we all met together in that room, and if any one 'ad seed our faces 'e'd 'ave guessed there wos serious business on 'and. It comes over me now to say as there wos a green carpet on the flore, and I dare say that's the reason why I sor the wision of Louis yesterday on the billiard table, and why it comes so orfen when I'm crossin' a green field. I never noticed the color o' the carpet afore that night.