“I know that, you young duffer.”
“Whatever will you do?”
Fisher major laughed.
“I shan’t steal it, if that’s any comfort to you; and I shan’t cook the accounts.”
“I say, I wonder if Rollitt could lend it you. He must have some money, for he paid for Widow Wisdom’s new boat, you know.”
“I heard of that. I wish I saw my way to paying my debts as well as he did.”
“I say, shall I ask him?”
“Certainly not. The best thing you can do is to shut up.”
Fisher minor felt very grateful to his brother for not thrashing him, and went in to afternoon school meekly, though out of spirits.
“Well,” said D’Arcy, as he took his place, “what’s the latest? Who are you going to get into a mess now! Has Yorke been swindling anybody lately, or Ranger been getting tight! You’re bound to have some story about somebody.”