"I tell you what, Darwen. I'll fight you now, to a finish, whether you keep those engines or whether I get the sack."
"Thanks, old chap, that's a new form of the gamble of our early youth—'heads, I win; tails, you lose.' But we shall come to a scrap all the same some day, I know."
"That's so; I'm going away to open the campaign now." Carstairs picked up his hat. "I'll call for my screw, Monday. By the way, I suppose it will be at the increased rate?"
"Well, I'm damned."
"It's all in the game, you know. No need to lose your temper over it."
"Good, jolly good. I see I'm converting you. By Jove, you shall have it."
"Thanks. Good-bye."
"I say!"
"Hullo!"
"Mind! There are no rules. No rules whatever."