“Look sharp, you fellow, don’t drink it all up,” and he looked up and saw Dick, and Dick’s can, bound on the same errand as his own.
“Hallo,” he said, “you won’t find much left.”
“You’ll have to give me some of yours then,” said Dick.
“I can’t, I’ve only got half a can-full as it is.”
“But Cresswell sent me, I tell you.”
“And Pledge sent me.”
“Pooh! He doesn’t matter. He’s a beast. Come, go halves, old man.”
Of course Heathcote went halves, and enquired as he did so whether Dick had got any boots to clean.
“I’ve put the young ’un on to that,” said Dick, rather grandly. “I left him crying on them just now.”
“How many fags has Cresswell got?”