“To-night by the last train. Quarter to eleven—You’ll get to London about three in the morning. They expect one of us, so you will find them up.”
“But—”
“Don’t you want to go?” said Uncle Jack severely.
“Yes,” I said; “but—”
“But me no buts, as the man said in the old play. There, get ready, boy, and come back to us as soon as you can. Don’t make the worst of our troubles here, Cob.”
“No, no,” said Uncle Dick, “because we are getting on famously as soon as we can manage the men.”
“And that we are going to do,” said Uncle Bob. “I say I wish I were coming with you.”
“Do, then,” I cried.
“Get out, you young tempter! No,” said Uncle Bob. “Go and take your pleasure, and have pity upon the three poor fellows who are toiling here.”
I was obliged to go, of course, but I must tell them about the trap first.