“Never you mind, but you’d better look sharp, or I’ll give you in charge!” said Horncastle, pompously.
“You’re funny this morning,” said I, utterly at a loss to guess what he was driving at.
“So will you be funny when you get transported for stealing!”
“What do you mean?” asked Smith, solemnly.
“Mean; why, I mean my collar-stud.”
A general laugh interrupted the speaker at this point, which did not tend to improve his spirits.
“What’s your collar-stud to do with me, or Batchelor?” demanded Smith, who evidently saw nothing to laugh at.
“Why, you’ve stolen it!” shouted Horncastle.
Smith gazed solemnly at the speaker.
“You’re a fool,” he said, quietly.