As they entered the playground, Salisbury held up a silver pencil-case to Frank:
“Remember, Frank,” said he, warningly.
“Do you think I've forgotten?” said Frank; “my memory's not quite so treacherous, Mr. Salisbury.”
“What's that, Salisbury?” said Jones.
“Only my wager.”
“Wager!” repeated Hamilton. “What absurdity is Frank about to perpetrate now?”
“He is going to make Casson swallow some medicine of his own concoction. My pencil-case against his purse, contents and all, he isn't able to do it. Casson's too sharp.”
“I am surprised,” said Hamilton, “that Frank is not above playing tricks on that low boy. I thought you had had enough of it, Frank.”
Frank laughed;—“No, he has foiled me regularly twice lately, and I am determined to pay him off for shamming this afternoon.”
“I think it is real,” said Louis.