“How many of those fritters did you eat?” he asked.
“Four,” replied Dan, this time without opening his eyes.
“I only had three,” said Ned regretfully. “I think I’ll go back.”
“Too late, too late!” murmured Dan. “Ye cannot enter now!”
“Perhaps if we hang around here they’ll give us five o’clock tea.”
Dan groaned. “Not if I’m strong enough to resist,” he said. “What time is it?”
“Haven’t you a watch?”
“Yes, but I can’t get at it.”
“That’s my case exactly.”