"That's it."
"Two-faced would be a better word," I growled.
Champion clapped me on the shoulder.
"Adrian," said he, "in time of peace there is always a large, critical, neutral, and infernally irritating party, for ever philandering betwixt and between two extremes of opinion. But when war is declared and it comes to a fight, the ranks close up. There is no room for detachment, and there are no neutrals. When occasion calls, you'll find all your friends—your half-hearted, carping, Erastian friends—ranged up tight beside you. Shall we be trapesing about in Tom Tiddler's ground when the pinch comes, Mr Fordyce—eh?"
"Never fear!" said Robin.
And I am bound to say that we all of us lived to see John Champion's assertion made good.
[CHAPTER SIX.]
ROBIN OFF DUTY.
I have yet to introduce to the indulgent reader two more members of the family into which I have married.