The latter shook his head, and his companions separated from him at the gate.
“Better come,” said Ingleborough again. “Join, and then you’ll be on the spot if we do form a band.”
“Oh no!” said Anson, smiling. “You make up your minds at headquarters to form a band, and then, if you like, I’ll come and train it.”
“He’s a rum fellow,” said West, as the two young men fell into step.
“Ah,” said Ingleborough roughly, “I am afraid Master Anson’s more R. than F.”
“More R. than F?” said West questioningly.
“If you must have it in plain English, more rogue than fool.”
“Well, I fancy he isn’t quite so simple as he pretends to be.”
“Bah! I’m not a quarrelsome fellow, but I always feel as if I must kick him. He aggravates me.”
“Nice soft sort of a fellow to kick,” said West, laughing.