“I say,” I said painfully, “old Lom did teach us well!”
“Teach us! It was splendid. I feel as if I could go down and fight the Doctor.”
“Do you?” I said dolefully. “I feel as if he is going to fight us.”
“Not he; come on. You can’t afford to be afraid of anything now.”
“Hadn’t I better stop?” I suggested, with another look in the glass.
“No; you must come. If you don’t, the Doctor is sure to send for you, and that will make it worse. I say!”
“Well?”
“People who fight used to take the spoils of the vanquished. I wish I could have taken old Dicksee’s four-bladed knife, with the lancet and corkscrew to it, and you could have taken old Eely’s watch.”
“I don’t want his watch,” I said snappishly.
“I do, and I’d have changed with you. Come on.”