That feather was too much for the camel’s back, especially as the camel in this case was a two-legged one, and a boy like Sid, and he made no further attempts at reconciliation.
“Go it as you please, then,” he said, angrily, and it was, indeed, a go-it-as-you-please column that rushed down stairs.
“I’m going home,” said Wort.
“O, don’t!” pleaded Charlie.
“Let him go!” shouted Sid.
“And me, too,” squeaked Pip, and a second sullen knight passed out of the yard.
“It’s of no us staying here, and I guess I’ll go off and find Billy,” observed the governor, and he left to hunt up his absent cousin.
“My mother wants me, and I might as well go, for the club is broken up,” said Sid. He sauntered out of the yard with a reckless air, his hands in his pockets.
Charlie, Juggie, and Tony were now the only ones left, and they looked at one another sorrowfully.
“Charlie! Come!”