'Then you've been swindled,' said Conroy.
'I know it, but it's no odds. I must go back to Toots and send him away. He's neglecting his work for me.'
She swung her heavy-topped animal on his none too sound hocks. ''Sentence come, lad?'
'Yes. But I'm not minding it so much this time.'
'Waterloo, then--and God help us!' She thundered back to the little frock-coated figure that waited faithfully near the gate.
Conroy felt the spring sun on his shoulders and trotted home. That evening he went out with a man in a pair oar, and was rowed to a standstill. But the other man owned he could not have kept the pace five minutes longer.
He carried his bag all down Number 3 platform at Waterloo, and hove it with one hand into the rack.
'Well done!' said Nurse Blaber, in the corridor. 'We've improved too.'
Dr. Gilbert and an older man came out of the next compartment.