“And very nicely said too,” I replied.
He looked at me sharply, but my face was like marble, and he concluded that I had spoken seriously, for he turned to Barkins—
“There, Tanner, I’ve done; now it’s your turn.”
“What for?”
“To give him a few words.”
“Oh, I don’t think I want to say anything,” said Barkins slowly. “I’m sorry the poor little beggar got into such a row.”
“It’ll do him good.”
“I hope so,” said Barkins slowly and reluctantly, and there was rather a mournful look in his eyes as he spoke.
“You’d better give him a few words of advice,” said Smith in an off-hand tone.
“Oh no, he’s had enough jawing. I shan’t say anything.”