Len was pleased with this. But Jack heard only words.
"Ask me one, Jack! Ask me one!" pleaded Og.
"All right. What's success, Og? asked Jack, smiling.
"Success! Success! Why, success—"
"Success is t'grow a big bingy like a bloke from town, 'n a watch-chain acrost it with a gold dial in y' fob, and ter be allowed ter spout as much gab as y've got bref left over from y' indigest," cut in Lennie, with delight.
"That was my riddle," yelled Og, rushing at him.
"Ask me one! Ask me one, Jack! Ask me one," yelled Magog.
"What's failure?" asked Jack, laughing.
"T' be down on y' uppers an' hev no visible means of supportin' y'r pants up whilst y' slog t' the' nearest pub t'cadge a beer spot," crowed Lennie in delight, while he fenced off Og.
Both twins made an assault and battery upon him.