Meanwhile, our three heroes were spending an agitated Saturday half-holiday.
For Dick had decided two days ago that his “Firm” would have to look after Tom White.
“You know, you fellows,” said he, “we’re not exactly in it as far as his pawning the boat goes, but then if we hadn’t lost her, the row would have never come on.”
“And if he hadn’t robbed us, we should never have interfered with the boat.”
“And if we hadn’t gone to the Grandcourt match,” said Dick, who was fond of tracing events to their source, “he wouldn’t have robbed us.”
Whereat they left the pedigree of Tom White’s “row” alone, and turned to more practical business.
“What can we do?” said Georgie. “We can’t get him off.”
“We’re bound to back him up, though, aren’t we?”
“Oh, I suppose so, if we only knew how.”
“Well, it strikes me we ought to turn up at the police court to-morrow, and see how things go,” said Dick.