I burst out laughing at him.
“Why, you’ve taken quite a fancy to that watch, Tom,” I said, and he looked at me with his forehead all puckered up.
“Yes, I suppose so,” he said dreamily. “I felt as if I’d give everything I have got to have it.”
“Stuffed birds, and the frog, and the ferret, and the boxing-gloves?” I said merrily.
“No, no, no! that I wouldn’t. There, I’m not going to think about it any more. I say, the gloves—to-morrow morning. Oh!”
Chapter Eleven.
“I say, isn’t it time to get up?”
It was a low whisper in my ear, and I started into full wakefulness, to find it was dark, and that Mercer was sitting on the edge of my bed, while the other boys were snoring.