"Oh, drat him! If Arthur ain't got the horse sense to know who's his worst enemy, he ain't worth a clean man riskin' his life over—for it would be your life you'd risk, Mr. Geoffrey—mark my words!"
"Mrs. Trapes, your anxiety on my account flatters me, also I'm glad to know you think me a clean man. But all men must take risks—some for money, some for honour, and some for the pure love of it. Personally, I rather like a little risk—just a suspicion, if it's for something worth while."
"Mr. Geoffrey, what are you gettin' at?"
"Well, I would remind you that Spike has—a sister!"
"Ah!" said Mrs. Trapes, and her lined face took on a sudden anxious expression.
"Therefore, I've been contemplating—er—tackling Mr. M'Ginnis—at a proper and auspicious time, of course."
"An' what o' the gang?"
"Oh, drat the gang, Mrs. Trapes."
"But you don't mean as you'd fight M'Ginnis?"
"Well—er—the thought has occurred to me, Mrs. Trapes, though I'm quite undecided on the matter, and—er—I believe my breakfast is burning!"