“All right. Swear him in. I’ve got a new oath written down in a book at home, but he can take the old one.”
Pearson yawned and threw away the core of the pear.
“He’s awfully glad he’s going to join your army, Pearson. Aren’t you, young Fane?”
“Yes, awfully glad,” Michael echoed.
“It’s the best army,” said Pearson simply.
“Oh, easily,” Rodber agreed. “I say, Pearson, that kid Biden said Church was going to lam you at four o’clock.”
The offended Pearson swallowed a large piece of a second unripe pear and scowled.
“Did he? Tell the army to line up behind the lav. at four o’clock.”
Rodber’s eyes gleamed.
“I say, Pearson, I’ve got an awfully ripping plan. Supposing we ambush them.”