CHAPTER XVIII.
MASTER HARRIS IS SHOWN OUT.
One evening, a week or two later, Koko was sitting with his short legs propped up over the Long 'Un's surgery fire. During a pause in the conversation he observed Jim fumbling in his inner coat pocket.
"Twenty-five," said Jim, at length, handing his friend that amount in bank-notes; "half what I owe you."
"Don't bother about that yet," said Koko, tossing them back.
"If you don't take them," said Jim, in a ferocious tone, "I'll make you eat them."
"Try it on, you bully!" returned Koko, springing up.
Jim therefore squeezed the notes up into a round, tight ball, and advanced upon the little man.
"Be careful, my son," said Koko; "if I hit you, it'll hurt."
For answer Jim leapt forward like a bloodhound, seized Koko by his coat-collar, and threw him on to the floor. Koko, however, nimble as a kitten, wriggled through Jim's legs, overturning the Long 'Un in so doing, and with a dexterous movement seated himself astride Jim's chest.