“You shan’t, I tell you.”
“Shan’t I? We’ll see.”
“What do you want to go for?”
“To find out whether he’s been there since or not.”
“What does it matter if he has? Besides, he’d never get his great carcase through the way we came.”
“I dare say; but I want to see. Forewarned is forearmed.”
“Wait till we’ve spoken to Mr. Sant.”
“I’d rather have the latest facts to put before him.”
I clutched my forehead. I knew the dogged side of this friend of mine. Then I fell into a fury, and stamped.
“You’re a beast! If I have a fit, you’ll have to answer for it, that’s all.”