“I wanted to see how you’d act if we was caught by the police, or stuck up by a gang of bushrangers, or something.”
“Well, you didn’t get no good of it, anyhow. It wasn’t a fair thing to do, neither.”
“My word, you was frightened, Dave!”
“Me frightened! No blooming fear! You couldn’t frighten me like that.”
“Gerrout! Why, you yelled louder ’n ole Dobie’s bull!”
“Gerrout; I knowed it was you all the time.”
“Well, if yer did,” demanded Tom, indignantly, “What right did yer ’ave to bite me ’and? If yer knew, what did you ’it me in the eye for with yer shut fist?”
“Because you punched me. I don’t want to have nothing more to do with you, Tom Pagdin; I’m goin’ home.”
“No!” said Tom magnanimously. “Don’t go ’ome; we’ll cry quits; we was both in the wrong.”