“Curse that Tony Riley!” exclaimed Bull; “he should have been here an hour ago.”
Mr. Blair would have been perturbed if he had known his friend languished in a station-house cell.
“Is Tony Riley your friend’s name?”
“Yes. Do you know him?”
“No, but I’d like to.”
“Why would you?”
“Because he must be away up, or you would not travel with him.”
Again the ruffian’s vanity was tickled.
“How much money have you got?” inquired Bull.
“Enough to keep me for a few days,” replied Hare.