“Well, he put me out then, anyhow.”
“And what did he say, then.”
“Oh, he didn’t say any more,” replied Brumpton. “But I’m sorry I did it, and there’ll be a big row.”
“Mind shaking hands with me, sergeant?”
“No, my lad—not a bit.”
“Hah!” ejaculated Jerry after the operation. “That was a real honest English grip, and I wish Dick Smithson had been there to hear you take his part. He’ll never come back now!”
“He will,” said the sergeant, drily.
“Not he. Never show his face here again.”
“No! We will show it for him, poor lad. Ah! it was a very mad thing to do; and, if the truth was known, not the first mad thing Smithson’s done.”
“Right,” said Jerry.