Ralph exulted openly. Rupert Bailey made no comment. He was too busy with the alluvial deposits on his person.
"Perhaps you would like to give up the match?" said Ralph to Arthur.
"Tchah!" said Arthur.
"Might just as well."
"Pah!" said Arthur.
"You can't win now."
"Pshaw!" said Arthur.
I am aware that Arthur's dialogue might have been brighter, but he had been through a trying time.
Rupert Bailey sidled up to me.
"I'm going home," he said.