"Well, I bit him in the leg."
"Not you," said selfish Tommy. "You forgets about repenting, and if I let yer bite him, you would brag about it. It's safer without, Shovel."
Perhaps it was. "How long did I get in quod, then, Tommy?"
"Fourteen days."
"So did you?" Shovel said, with quick anxiety.
"I got a month," replied Tommy, firmly.
Shovel roared a word that would never have admitted him to the hall. Then, "I'm as game as you, and gamer," he whined.
"But I'm better at repenting. I tell yer, I'll cry when I'm repenting." Tommy's face lit up, and Shovel could not help saying, with a curious look at it:
"You—you ain't like any other cove I knows," to which Tommy replied, also in an awe-struck voice:
"I'm so queer, Shovel, that when I thinks 'bout myself I'm—I'm sometimes near feared."