"What was it?" the host asked, impatiently.
"You won't get mad?"
"Course not, 'less you're givin' somethin' away ag'in me."
"He wanted me to bring a letter down here. You see, he kind er thinks I know where you live, an' so he told me I'd got to take it. I couldn't help myself, Carrots, 'cause he hung right on, an' jest as likely's not he'd have given me a thumpin' if I hadn't done it."
"Oh, that's all right. Fish up your letter."
Teenie drew from his pocket a piece of soiled paper and gave it to Carrots, who, with the candle in his hand, opened it carefully and with an air of the utmost gravity.
Fortunately, so far as the better understanding of this story is concerned, the important document was preserved by Teddy; therefore we are enabled to give an exact copy of it:
beWArE
GiT or Dy
this is the LArst
WORnin
THe Nex tiMe
Comes
Deth.
the ComMiTE