“Now, look here, Andy; let's have it over. What's the matter with you and Lizzie Porter?”
“I'M travellin' with her, that's all; and we're going to get married in two years!”
Dave gave vent to another long, low whistle. He seemed to think and make up his mind.
“Now, look here, Andy: we're old mates, ain't we?”
“Yes; I know that.”
“And do you think I'd tell you a blanky lie, or crawl behind your back? Do you? Spit it out!”
“N—no, I don't!”
“I've always stuck up for you, Andy, and—why, I've fought for you behind your back!”
“I know that, Dave.”
“There's my hand on it!”