“We can make them,” said Douglas, hopefully.
“Not like you can get them in shops. They’d shoot crooked or sumthin’ if we made them. They’ve got to be jus’ so to shoot straight. I saw some in Brook’s window, too, jus’ right—jus’ same as real outlaws had.”
“How much?” said the outlaws breathlessly.
“Five shillings—targets for learnin’ on before we begin shootin’ real things an’ all.”
“Five shillings!” breathed Douglas. He might as well have said five pounds. “We’ve not got five shillings. Henry’s not having any money since he broke their drawing-room window an’ Ginger only has 3d. a week an’ has to give collection an’ we’ve not paid for the guinea pig yet, the one that got into Ginger’s sister’s hat an’ she was so mad at, an’——”
“Oh, never mind all that,” said William, scornfully. “We’ll jus’ get five shillings.”
“How?”
“Well,” uncertainly, “grown-ups can always get money when they want it.”
“How?” again.
William disliked being tied down to details.