"Come on, Susanne," he said coldly, tucking his arm within his friend's.
"Good day, Higgins."
"Good day," repeated Masters, linking his arm in Clive's.
"Er, good evening," cried Bert and Hugh together.
"'Ere! Stop!" shouted Higgins, his face aflame with passion.
"Well?" asked Susanne placidly; for he had the most even of tempers.
"Do I understand as you four's a goin' ter give us three way?" demanded the ruffianly Higgins, squaring up to them in threatening manner, while the Old Firm stood arm in arm watching him closely. "Eh?"
"You have managed to gather something of our meaning, at any rate," replied Susanne, without raising his voice in the slightest.
"Then you're going to give information yourselves?" asked Rawlings, two spots of red colour in his otherwise pallid cheeks, his eyes blazing.
"In other words, you're going to act like a parcel of fools and sneaks," shouted Trendall, his temper aroused like that of Higgins'.