“Go on away!” called Dunk, shouting out of the window.
“Oh, for the love of mush!”
“Look at him!”
“Girls, all right!”
“Come on up and rough-house ’em!”
These cries greeted the appearance out of the window of the upper part of Dunk’s body, attired in a gaudy waistcoat.
“Is that door locked, Andy?” gasped Dunk, hurriedly pulling in his head.
“Yes.”
“Slip the bolt then. They’ll make no end of a row if they get in!”
Andy slipped it, and only in time, for there came a rush of bodies against the portal, and insistent demands from Thad and his crowd to be admitted. Failing in that they besought Andy and Dunk to come out.