“No,” said Dexter. “If we did, it would be found out directly, and we should be fetched back, and then, I dare say, they’d send me again to the school.”
“And yer don’t want to go there again, do you!”
“No,” said Dexter, with a shudder. “Don’t forget the ball of string I told you about?”
“No, I’ve got that,” replied Bob sharply. “And p’r’aps that won’t be long enough. It’s very deep in the sea. Now mind, you’re here.”
“Yes, I’ll mind.”
“If yer don’t come, I won’t never forgive you for making a fool of me.”
“I won’t do that,” said Dexter; and then after a little more hesitation as to something he particularly wanted to do, and which he saw no other way of doing, he whispered—
“Bob!”
“Hullo!”
“Will you do something for me before you come!”