'Laddie, dear, don't lick me in the face—you're knocking me over, Laddie!' cried Tricksy, as her big pet became more demonstrative.
When Laddie had been induced to sit down, which he did with the expression of a dog convinced that his endeavours had been crowned with success, Allan resumed: 'Well, we must remember that we've made a compact, and we've got to stick to it and help Neil somehow, although it looks pretty difficult at present.'
A murmur of approval went round the group.
'Yes,' said Tricksy, sitting with knitted brows; 'but we don't seem to be doing anything.'
The others were silent.
'What would you have us do, Tricksy?' inquired Allan.
'Do? I'd do something.'
'Well?'
Tricksy's face puckered again.
'I'd catch some of the people.'