“That’ll do,” said Tom, snappishly; and Margetson did not go the length of saying what it was he was so ready to assure him of.
“Well,” said Gus, “we’ll meet you and the young cub at the cross roads by Sharle Bridge. The races don’t begin till twelve, so we shall have lots of time. I mean to see if we can’t get a trap at Gurley, and do the thing in style. What do you say? We could get one for about ten bob.”
“All serene,” said Margetson. “I’ll fork out my share.”
“You’ll pay for me, Tom,” said Shadbolt, “won’t you?”
“I’ll see,” said Tom.
“All right, that’s settled; and you are seeing about grub, Tom, aren’t you? Don’t forget the etceteras. What time have you told young mooney-face?”
“Nine. He’s sure to be in time.”
“Well, we’ll start a little before, you know, and meet you quite by accident, and the young beggar won’t smell a rat till we are safe in Gurley.”
“And if he turns cantankerous?”
“Then we can put Shaddy to look after him.”