Carington listened a little, and then cried out, “Any bears here?” and walked round the rocks. He was noisily made welcome. “Give me a bit of something,” he said. “I pushed on, and have had nothing since nine o’clock.”
“There isn’t much left,” said Jack. “Rufus ate the big pie. There was only one little one for Ned and me.”
“They said they didn’t want it, and I wish I hadn’t,” said Dick. “Pie’s an awful different thing when it’s outside of you and when it’s inside.”
“I have observed that,” said Carington. “That will do, Jack. A little marmalade, please. Bad, Dick?”
“Very.”
“When we get our deserts, we don’t always escape whipping.”
“That’s so!” exclaimed Ned. “Just remember that, Red Head.”
“Shut up!”
“Behave yourselves,” said Jack. “Fact is, sir, we are all about ready for a row.”
“Bad as ever?”