“O Bob!”
“Well, what’s the good of ‘O Bobbing’ a fellow? I couldn’t help it. It’s gone, and— Here: I got it!”
Bob rose up and gave his arm a whirl to drive off some of the moisture.
“It’s all right,” he said. “I’ll wrap it in my hankychy, and it’ll soon dry in my pocket, I say, what’s inside?”
“Something for Sir James.”
“Oh! S’pose you don’t know!”
“Is the paper undone?” said Dexter anxiously.
“No, it’s all right, I tell yer, and it’ll soon get dry.”
“And you’ll be sure and take it to Sir James’s.”
“Now?”