"Of course."
Carrots was surprised that his partner should agree with him so readily, and asked:
"Do you really think we ought ter go away from here?"
"That's jest the size of it. 'Cordin' to my way of figurin', we're apt to get ourselves into a fuss by stayin'; an', although it'll be hard work to find as snug a place, I reckon it's safer to go."
Carrots was instantly plunged into the lowest depths of sorrow.
Never before had the packing-case home seemed so beautiful as now, when it appeared necessary to leave it.
"I'd like to see somebody thrash that Skip! He's hardly fit to live!"
"The best way's to let him alone. He'll bring himself up with a short turn before long," Teddy replied, confidently, and then relapsed into thoughtful silence.
"Well, when are we goin' to move?" Carrots asked, after a pause, during which he gazed intently at the flame of the candle, trying very hard to see there the picture of the establishment which he fondly hoped would soon belong to the thriving young firm of Thurston and Williams.
"We'd better look 'round the first thing to-morrow. I began to think Skip was up to somethin', 'cause we didn't see him. If he hadn't had an idea in his head 'bout how to serve us out, he'd been up 'round City Hall to-day."